I woke up alone in bed, the sun coming through the curtains.
I have to admit I felt a little disappointed... fine. A bit more than a little. The man was... almost addictive.
It was just after nine thirty in the morning and once again I had a lot of missed calls and messages from Paul. Didn't I block him?
Yes... but then I felt bad and unblocked him.
Today.
OK, today I was going to deal with that.
I was going to call him after coffee and get it all over and done with… in my mind. Then I was going to spend the day sulking, crying, calling myself an i***t and eating.
I hope they have cookies and ice cream here.
Dario said I need to mourn Paul and my relationship. Mourn the relationship, then we would talk. So, I'm guessing he's giving me the space to do it. His bossy ass can be
