Another reflection dawned upon me on the same night, same party. This happened when my friend Peyton was drunk and started insulting my ex-boyfriend, which I was fine with. Because I was a bit out of my self as well, I joined numerous games without hesitation. I won a cap, a bag, and a pair of black socks all from Reebok. Thinking out loud, I wondered what I could do with my prizes since most were pretty 'masculine' items. Peyton, being out of herself too, told me out of the blue that I should give my prizes to my ex-boyfriend. Here's how the rest of the conversation went:
Bunny: Yeah I know! I think I'm going to mail it to him. He's near to getting kicked out of his school anyway
Peyton: Really
Bunny: Ya he's so lazy I'm so sure he's getting kicked out. I don't even know what I liked about him
Peyton: I know. Sparkles and I saw his picture and we were like, OMG Bunny, are you blind?!
The rest of the night didn't matter; what mattered was my dream that night. In my slumber, I dreamt of accidentally deleting past text messages from my ex. Although we have broken up more than a year ago, in my dream I was crying when I lost those messages, like they were treasures I have long kept with me.
When I woke up the next day, I was thankful it was only a dream. Those messages were way back, from the year 2007. Although relieved, I feared that I might not have totally set myself free from him when I gave thought on how I felt about the dream. If I have really moved on, would I even care if I lost those messages?
1 year, 5 months and 21 days after breaking up, I finally decided to sweep off ex-boyfriend residues in my phone, and in my life. Unlike in my dream, I felt no pinch of sadness when I finally got rid of them. Like what I used to do, I already had his messages typed, printed, and kept in my letterbox anyway. It's where they belong.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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