Meade's Ball
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My girlfriend left me the other morning. Quite rightly so as well. She found some texts from a girl i have semi-fallen for behind her back, packed her bags and boxes whilst i was at work, and left. I came home to the flat we had very shortly shared and all her things had departed. The books on the shelves had lost a third of their members and the neck-high pile of dvds had shrunken to bellybutton level. I feel bad, of course, but wonder how bad and what that all meant. I feel the baddest because she found out i wanted to not be with her that much and had discovered that maybe we weren't such a perect match from the start two years ago. So i feel bad with the idea of running into her and her looking sorry or bitter. She deserves more than what i, a man who half-loved her at best, could give her and i hope she sees that now. The morning that she checked my phone and banged it on the bathroom door i was behind she called me a ****, once again quite rightly, and as the front door closed hollored that she wishes for me to die alone. And i can accept that too.
Now i am in a flat i can't afford and with little but space and the things she wanted, took for the time she thought i thought enough of her, but left behind perhaps wanting to forget the last two years in order to move on. I'm sorry for what i did, and sorry that she had to move from Spain to here to enter into something that couldn't work. My guts correctly aches and i hope it does for as long as she hurts at least.
Now i am in a flat i can't afford and with little but space and the things she wanted, took for the time she thought i thought enough of her, but left behind perhaps wanting to forget the last two years in order to move on. I'm sorry for what i did, and sorry that she had to move from Spain to here to enter into something that couldn't work. My guts correctly aches and i hope it does for as long as she hurts at least.