I’m going to keep this short.
After over a month of follow up calls and promises to make plans, he has fallen off the face of the earth.
Don’t judge but… I thought he was The One.
Unless there is some Universal redemption to this tragic tale of could’ve been love… he is not.
I will spare you the “coulda shoulda wouldas” (ranging from kissing him to being 30 pounds lighter) that have been swirling in my head.
I don’t know what happened, but what I do know is that I need to keep it movin‘.