Yesterday D replied to my selfie saying ‘I recognise that lip bite’.
I replied with ‘Could be possible’.
D wants to have me in my bed again.
M messaged me today asking to go for that long awaited coffee.
The conversation ended when I pretended I didn’t have his number saved.
I have no interest in either of them but I don’t want to say.
Trying to be nice and not hurt people becomes a Catch 22. You can hurt them more if you don’t let them know.
That being said, it’s just social media.
I can’t accept responsibility for my binary codes and the allure of my profiles.
K followed one of my best friends into a shop and tapped her on the shoulder.
She said he had said that coffee with me recently had helped give him closure.
Over a year is a long time to still need closure.
Will I ever not worry about K?
S says he needs to knuckle down when I make a suggestion to spend the evening together.
The narrative is the same as before, and I should have predicted this.
I will wait for S to surprise me and move out of the narrative I have written him into.
M got back in touch.
I respect M.
I had to tell him I was in something.
I made it halfway in letting M down.
Time is a funny thing when waiting for it is the only thing that will let me live in our present.
I’m protecting myself in a strange way.
S is someone from the past.
He comes out of the ether and tells me he’s sorry for treating me bad.
S is confused.
I think S is a serial dater. Perhaps knowing this about S makes me think we’re a perfect match.