Pandora's box
I've opened myself up to it. I love him so much; it seems I never stopped. It seems everything in the interim has been a dream. It hurts. I looked at his stupid travel blog which is surprisingly unguarded. He talks about all his new friends. The young international girls in his language immersion program and his feelings for them.
And I love him.
Have I landed myself in a new old unrequited love affair?
And I love him.
Have I landed myself in a new old unrequited love affair?
posted by yb at
1:10 PM
3 Comments:
Yikes!!! What are you going to do? Aren't you just torturing yourself by reading his blog? This is NYC...Go out & find yourself new men? OK, I know...Was just trying to help.
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NewYorkMoments, at 4:50 PM
Oh, NYM, that's just what I need to hear. At this point I need to hear anything other than the voices in my own head! Ugh.
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yb, at 5:14 PM
The thing is, if it's painful to read his blog, ie--your heart is wounded, each time you read it,it's like pulling a scab off of a wound. I'll bet you get that awful feeling at your core, that suffocating/butterfly/diaphragm goesalltight/nauseated kind of feeling whenever you read his stories of other women. It's self-mutilation, yb. Try to abstain...But I have to tell you, when I read it I knew exactly how you felt & my heart goes out to you.
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NewYorkMoments, at 7:20 AM
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