My dear readers, I feel as though I must inform you of something that occurred on Friday night, which I found out about yesterday. Romeo was drinking the same night as I was apparently, only a lot more vigorously. They took him to the hospital. They had to do some sort of extraction of the alcohol in his body through a pump system. I’m not really sure what happened.
Friends, I want so much not to care anymore. I want so much to toss him aside as callously as he did me. I read over your comments on my last post, which just confirms to me all the things I should be feeling. I should hate him, and I do, but…when I heard this news from Margaret, I felt like vomiting and weeping. I was shaking and yet unable to move from sheer fear. I felt like the darkness of the world had descended upon me. And, my loyal friends, I feel ashamed to admit that part of me just wanted to rush to the hospital and feel him in my arms once again.
But, reality is unkind, and I know that I could never go to Romeo and ask for his love. Even now, I don’t think that I would want it. But this has made me realize that perhaps letting go of him will be harder than I originally thought.