I last saw C-2 in June. I last sought him via text in August, when running by Spy Pond late one night and feeling nostalgic. He last sought me via text late one night in September, in Boston for a candidate's primary election, but it was a highly inopportune time for me and I declined. He then e-mailed in October, also at an inopportune time, (nervily) asking me to volunteer on said candidates's general election campaign. I declined. Last week while in town for the general, on a night I couldn't sleep, he messaged at 2:45 to say, "Hey, you're already up, we should get coffee?" I again declined.
Please tell me you all are pleased with my behavior.
I'm pleased with my behavior. Especially since all denials were made without hesitation.
Funny then, my reaction when C-2 showed up in my Facebook feed this weekend -- a new profile photo, because he had gotten new eye glasses "after 8.5 years." I found myself the tiniest bit depressed. One thing I enjoyed about kissing him was that moment, after our respective lenses began creating a mild bonfire from scraping together, when he would stop and quite deliberately take my glasses off for me, set them on the dashboard, then take his off and do the same, at which point we'd quite get down to business.
Now those glasses have changed -- they'll never be the ones he took off to kiss me in -- and it's as if a link has expired.
Take that along with my growing conviction that (dictated by deterioration and expense) my car's registration and insurance should not be renewed in 2012, and that perhaps I should donate it for a tax deduction before Christmas.
The memories of that car ... full of so much more than kissing.
Oy. I'm forecasting un-tiny depression, soon.
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