He went away for a few weeks with the promise of calling me as soon as he got back. But he got back and I never heard from him. When pride finally did let me call to him, he said he meant to call but he just "kept putting it off". Like one puts off doing dirty laundry.
Ouch.
I never heard from him again. Until December when I received these postcards that had obviously been bouncing around the letterboxes of my apartment building because the winner forgot to write which suite number I lived in. Of course, by December I had to admit that I knew it never would have worked but still, receiving the postcards with "missing you lots" and "I shall see you soon" was a bit like salt in the wound.
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