You hate yourself when you’re right about certain things. You don’t want to admit that you were not imagining things, that every hint you noticed was legitimate and all leading up to the truth. You saw it coming a mile away, but seeing it happen right in front of your face – now that’s rough.

And the irony is, up till that point, this was truly one of the best weekends in your drab life so far.

So many thoughts, so much emotion, and for what? You simply didn’t prepare yourself for this, even though there was sufficient time to. You always were a procrastinator.

You were always lousy at hiding things too, and when you walked away, no doubt your body language spoke volumes. A blind man could see how affected you were.

You should be happy. You should be relieved. You shouldn’t even be writing this.

Yet, this is what this blog was initially for. To scream till the pain is gone before cutting it out of your heart, dripping with the miasma of self-pity and useless jealosy.

They deserve each other.