How did he know? Did he sense it?
That I was happy and laughing, single and living it, moving on...
He's like a ghost that won't follow the light. Maybe he needs a nudge?
A reminder to him?...you are dead to me now and that was your choice. Not mine.
Little did I know that this weekend, while I was busy laughing and playing and flirting and kissing with a 23 year old bar-tender, my ex (rat-bastard) was sending me an e-mail.
As I sat down at my computer with a dopey grin still on my face from the weekend the last thing I was expecting to see was an e-mail from him. The grin quickly turned to a frown and the water works began to trickle...
Fuck you, I thought, as I punched away my tears. Fuck you, I thought, as I closed that e-mail as quickly as I opened it. Fuck you, you don't get to tell me what makes you think of me. Fuck you, you don't get to even think of me, you gave up that right.
Fuck you.
You SHOULD miss me. I'm very missable.
How it is that he has this weird radar is beyond me. And how it is that he won't just let me go, but yet, doesn't want me, is also, beyond me.
