Closure is overrated

“You get this cute mist on your upper lip during sex. But that’s beside the point.” — Summer Guy, today on AIM

This is my very recent ex. What?

Notable developments in the saga with Summer Guy:

1. Now that we are a month removed from our relationship and 3,000 miles apart, we speak more often online/on the phone/etc. than we did when we dated.
2. Him drunk dialing me at obscene hours of the night is nodded off by my oh-so-understanding, half-slumbering self. My sober dialing him provokes suspicions. (”Are you drunk right now?” “Um, it’s like 2 p.m.”)
3. I’m trying to cut down on being mean to him. But I’ve discovered that being sweet is more difficult than I thought, because when I am, he thinks I still have feelings for him.
4. I probably still have feelings for him.
5. This isn’t love. It’s something much, much worse.

Our relationship is an endless source of amusement, disappointment, sadness, regret, education, and growth. And it is only getting more complicated with every conversation and confession. I don’t even think there’s a Facebook category for us.

I will probably get hurt. Again. But whatever. Closure is overrated.