You have no idea how unproductive it is to fall in and out of you as often as I do
and lately I've been feeling gray but today I'm all right no thanks to you
--The Story So Far
Seriously, I couldn't tell you how long C has consumed my life if I tried. Okay, that's not true. When it comes to C, I could probably tell you everything that's happened, ever. I just don't want to. What I will say, though, is if we were a math problem with an answer that had to be rounded, the story of us would equal ten.
I have no choice to admit, honest girl that I am, that for a very long time, C has been omnipresent.
***
A Dramatization of My Life for the Last Rounded to Ten Years
Part I
The Marriage
Me: I don't want to be married anymore!
*Separation*
*Text C. Sex with C. No more C.*
*Marriage reconciled*
*Thoughts of C*
*Fights revolving around C*
*C-related residue*
1-2 years later
Me: This is not working!
*Separation*
*Text C. Sex with C. No more C.*
*Marriage reconciled*
*Thoughts of C*
*Fights revolving around C*
*C-related residue*
1-2 years later
Me: I just can't do this!
*Separation*
*Text C. Sex with C. No more C.*
*Marriage reconciled*
*Thoughts of C*
*Fights revolving around C*
*C-related issue residue*
Part II
Not Verbatim Transcript from a Snapchat Conversation with a Friend, September 2015
Me: We're not anything anymore. I asked him if the reason we can't be anything real is my age, and he said yes. He said he doesn't know why it matters, but he's been thinking about it a lot lately, and it does.
A Friend: I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
Me: No. I want to die.
A Friend: I know it feels awful now, but you're going to feel better soon. You'll see.
Me: I don't know. I don't think I'm capable of getting over him. Look how long it's been, and I never have.
A Friend: But I kind of feel like you never wanted to get over him before.
Part III
The Immediate and Almost-Immediate After
October: Fine, first guy post-C. Let's make out. Oh, I'm sorry that I started CRYING HYSTERICALLY while kissing you and thinking of C. My bad.
November: Okay, second guy post-C. Let me try this again. I didn't feel anything, but that's better than crying, right? And since you didn't see me crying on my bed when I got home that night, it doesn't count, does it?
December: Third guy post-C, I hope it doesn't matter that I did absolutely nothing but think about C the entire time we were making out. I'm sorry, your name was what?
***
So, as should be pretty clear from that too-much-information post, C--
pretty much an all-consuming aspect of my life.
But two weekends ago something incredible happened. Something astounding. Something stupendous.
I made out with a guy, and C didn't even cross my mind. Not once. Until later that night, it was almost like C didn't even exist. Like, he was nowhere. Just...
gone.
What I had been holding onto for years, for so many years they would be rounded to ten if we were a math problem, was gone. And although my friend was right when she said that I didn't want to get over him; although I didn't want to feel better, ever; although I wanted to carry my pain and devotion like a badge, proof that I loved him harder than anybody ever had and anybody ever could; although the artist inside my soul sought the torment that only loving somebody I wouldn't have wanted to mourn forever; although I perceived letting go of my constant longing and sadness, longing and sadness that had been sitting by my side for what would be rounded to ten years if I were rounding, to be almost as tragic as the loss of C himself--
wait, where was I going with this?
Oh, yeah...
I feel fucking fine.
and lately I've been feeling gray but today I'm all right no thanks to you
--The Story So Far
Seriously, I couldn't tell you how long C has consumed my life if I tried. Okay, that's not true. When it comes to C, I could probably tell you everything that's happened, ever. I just don't want to. What I will say, though, is if we were a math problem with an answer that had to be rounded, the story of us would equal ten.
I have no choice to admit, honest girl that I am, that for a very long time, C has been omnipresent.
***
A Dramatization of My Life for the Last Rounded to Ten Years
Part I
The Marriage
Me: I don't want to be married anymore!
*Separation*
*Text C. Sex with C. No more C.*
*Marriage reconciled*
*Thoughts of C*
*Fights revolving around C*
*C-related residue*
1-2 years later
Me: This is not working!
*Separation*
*Text C. Sex with C. No more C.*
*Marriage reconciled*
*Thoughts of C*
*Fights revolving around C*
*C-related residue*
1-2 years later
Me: I just can't do this!
*Separation*
*Text C. Sex with C. No more C.*
*Marriage reconciled*
*Thoughts of C*
*Fights revolving around C*
*C-related issue residue*
Part II
Not Verbatim Transcript from a Snapchat Conversation with a Friend, September 2015
Me: We're not anything anymore. I asked him if the reason we can't be anything real is my age, and he said yes. He said he doesn't know why it matters, but he's been thinking about it a lot lately, and it does.
A Friend: I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
Me: No. I want to die.
A Friend: I know it feels awful now, but you're going to feel better soon. You'll see.
Me: I don't know. I don't think I'm capable of getting over him. Look how long it's been, and I never have.
A Friend: But I kind of feel like you never wanted to get over him before.
Part III
The Immediate and Almost-Immediate After
October: Fine, first guy post-C. Let's make out. Oh, I'm sorry that I started CRYING HYSTERICALLY while kissing you and thinking of C. My bad.
November: Okay, second guy post-C. Let me try this again. I didn't feel anything, but that's better than crying, right? And since you didn't see me crying on my bed when I got home that night, it doesn't count, does it?
December: Third guy post-C, I hope it doesn't matter that I did absolutely nothing but think about C the entire time we were making out. I'm sorry, your name was what?
***
So, as should be pretty clear from that too-much-information post, C--
pretty much an all-consuming aspect of my life.
But two weekends ago something incredible happened. Something astounding. Something stupendous.
I made out with a guy, and C didn't even cross my mind. Not once. Until later that night, it was almost like C didn't even exist. Like, he was nowhere. Just...
gone.
What I had been holding onto for years, for so many years they would be rounded to ten if we were a math problem, was gone. And although my friend was right when she said that I didn't want to get over him; although I didn't want to feel better, ever; although I wanted to carry my pain and devotion like a badge, proof that I loved him harder than anybody ever had and anybody ever could; although the artist inside my soul sought the torment that only loving somebody I wouldn't have wanted to mourn forever; although I perceived letting go of my constant longing and sadness, longing and sadness that had been sitting by my side for what would be rounded to ten years if I were rounding, to be almost as tragic as the loss of C himself--
wait, where was I going with this?
Oh, yeah...
I feel fucking fine.
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