3 Months

3 Months Today. I gave myself three months to be rid of it.

As if attempting to cling on to some last shred of futility, I received a message that Adam was having problems with his boyfriend. My heart lept - was this it? Was this the end for him and Scoot, was he coming back?

And then something odd happened. This feeling overcame me, I got annoyed at how much it would disrupt my life again. For the first time in months, I didn't wholly want him back.

We've traded emails and he emphatically states they're fine, but I know better.

I smile knowing that thy will be done, so mote it be.

hehehe, it's coming.