I like to tell myself that I'm a capable, educated woman. I don't shatter into tears when faced with opposition. I don't crumble to the ground. I will, as Gloria Gaynor sang, survive.
But then, Valentine's Day comes creeping along, and I find that my resolve shatters.
I had kept my mind off of S and our failed future very well. I had moved on. I filled my life with work and education classes and friends and Friday art nights and French assigments and conversation groups. I had felt very, very good about my moving forward.
And then, like I said, Valentine's Day.
I find that now, with that pernicious holiday only hours away, all I can think about is him. And if he's spending the holiday with someone. And if I'm completely behind schedule not having gone of my one meaningless date for the year....
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Bleh. I've termed the day Gal-entine's Day, and I'm headed out to dinner and a movie with my girl friends.
Still, the thoughts persist, and I pray with everything inside me that I won't resort to cyber stalking. Sadly, the night is still young.
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