Three weeks after
Three weeks after Misu left me things got dramatic. She wrote all over my wall “take my back’ and other messages on that same note. Drunk, angry, confused, and trying to squash the hope I felt about the thought of being happy with Misu again, I ran outside. With only one shoe and a wine bottle, of course.
We ended up in the shower together. And all the while I know it’s a mistake. That I was fooling myself that we get back together; that anything had, or would, change.
Maria. She said I had no feelings. Funny one, that, huh. Anna-Maija said pretty much the same thing when we broke up. Under suspiciously similar circumstances. God, I’m so afraid that there's really something wrong with me. That I am incapable of feeling, of loving.
Why does it feel so bad?
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