Kinda Sorta Famous

in pursuit of life, love, and the opportunity to be…

the breakup

I broke up with my new friend a couple of weeks ago. Honestly, I don’t know why. We’ve been working out so well these past 7 months. Getting to know each others strengths and weaknesses.

We were just getting comfortable around each other.

Accepting each others flaws and overcoming obstacles, together.

But one night was all it took. One night and my new friend Celibacy, Celi for short, was out the door.

Damn.

Was it worth it? Not sure. That first time was actually a little uncomfortable. Kinda like going to the dentist.

You feel pressure, but thanks to the anesthesia, you don’t feel the pain.

So you’re numb.

I guess this particular night there was no numbness from any assorted creams or gels. (I guess it was too soon to break out the stuff from the passion parties.)

But maybe I wanted to be numb.

It would be easier to deny how angry I was at myself for letting Celi go.

A whole 7 months.

My head was clearer.

My heart was opening.

More self reflection. More self repair.

I want my friend Celi back.

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September 28, 2008 Posted by | between the sheets | , , , | 2 Comments