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It was raining. I stared out of the window of my attic room as the raindrops slowly trickled down the window.
I knew it was over, we both did. But neither one of us had the heart to say what had to be said. There was still love, but it had FADED. I didnât think that she would miss me if I left. I didnât really care if she did and so all I seemed to do was hurt her. I just couldnât let her in anymore than I had and for her, it wasnât enough.
She came into the room, wearing the look that meant business, she wanted an argument; I could feel it.
âWhere the hells the love goneâ, she demanded,
âWhere the hells the trust goneâ.
I couldnât have this conversation yet again. Weâd been over it so many times. I had to get away from her. I grabbed my coat and with a shout of, âIâm GOING OUTâ, I headed for the pub.
Itâs mad to think that something as simple as magazines could ultimately be enough to DESTROY US. But they were her bible. I couldnât live up to her expectations of what a twenty-first century guy should be. Sheâd sit there and read about other peopleâs lives and then demand answers as to why I had to be so closed and cold. I couldnât tell her when I didnât know myself, so I left.
Of course I blamed it all on her.
I started drinking more and more and would end up in the pub telling anyone whoâd listen, that she had loved herself more than she had loved me and that she was the one who was in the wrong. I think I was probably trying to convince myself more than them. She would have said that I was âSHOUTING SOUPâ, had she been there.
My attempts to block out life increased as the days and weeks went past; she hadnât come crawling back to me as part of me hoped she would. My daily routine consisted of, get up, skin up, finish last nights final can of beer if I hadnât used it as an ashtray and sometimes even if I had. Then Iâd set about finding some female companionship. THE WHOLE OF A WOMAN would take my mind off things for a while. As long as there were no strings attached.
My friends told me I needed to calm down, to look after myself a bit better, the whole
âVITAMINS AND MULTIGYMSâ routine.
It fell on deaf ears. Iâd found the ultimate in âno-strings sexâ. SOMEONE-ELSEâS WIFE!
Then one day, about three month after I walked out, I saw her in town. My stomach flipped at the sight of her and I greeted her awkwardly. I didnât blame her anymore, I told her that I missed her and wanted her back, I assured her that I would change and that Iâd make her feel as I never had done before, it was a SCARY CONVERSATION, but I meant every word. I promised I would be more like her magazine HEROES. She said that she needed to think things over and that she would call me.
From then on my mobile was never out of my sight. Every time it rang I hoped to see her number on the display. But it was never ELINOR. I hid my disappointment well and as time passed I began to realise that she probably wasnât going to call. I had ruined it. If only I had listened to her when we were still together; trust me to BLOW it so completely.
I had to accept that it was an ERA JUST OVER.