Good To Forget.

I was just about to write a blog on an idea that I'd had a while ago that I'd saved as I hadn't had the time or effort to write it at the time that I'd thought about it, but when I read the notes I'd made, it reminded me of something - someone - that I shouldn't have forgotten about but I've been so distracted with other things and other people that I'd completely put aside the fact that I was waiting for him to get back to me.

You got it, I forgot about the boy. I can't remember the last time I thought about him! It must have been at least two or three days ago now (that's a long time for me not to think about something at least once) and it made me smile because that's the sign of getting over him.

I think I brushed upon my situation with a boy in my blog "January Blues" but I had bigger fish to fry that week so he wasn't a priority, so let me recap.
Basically, I sent him a message saying that it was his last chance and it was the last time I was really going to try and make and effort because I'd tried to many times and it was getting thrown back into my face. I asked him to reply, but I said I understood if he didn't want to.
He didn't.
I've waited nearly three weeks for a reply and I still haven't had one. But the good thing is, I forgot that I was waiting for it! It wasn't until I read notes of "drifting with someone" that I remember that he still hadn't replied. Then I left that blog for another time so that I could do this one.

But I don't feel so bothered. I was disappointed to begin with but now I've dealt with the fact that he hasn't replied, and although I might always live in hope that he will reply at someone point, even if it's not for months or maybe even years, I'm okay. It doesn't matter anymore. It was fun while it lasted. But now it's over and it's time. Time to accept it and move. And I'm fine, almost happy because I know I can do it.


Last night, something dreadful happened. I fell. All over again. I fell. I went out with a friend that you've defintely heard about before, and neither of my two best friends or their boyfriends could come out with us but he said we should still go anyway and he'd invited one of his friends - who I'd briefly met before but never really had a conversation with.

Well, it ended up being an extremely random night, a couple of people we knew were in the pub we were in, so they came to join us, finding out all over again that it was a small word and then getting very embarrassed when we (the 'friend' you've heard about before and I) were confronted about whether we were just friends and if so, why were we? It was so embarrassing, but I was secretly quite pleased with how he was also lost for words and couldn't answer.



So now, happy with a very enjoyable and pleasing night yesterday, and with my forgetting and letting go of someone I should have a long time ago, and 6 out of 8 exams complete and all gone acceptably, things aren't going too badly for me now.
Strange how things can change so drastically in a week.


Expect the unexpected. Anything can happen.

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