The Journal of a Modern Break-up (Day One) |
| Published: December 31, 1969, 7:00 pm |
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Amy called this morning to apologize for last night. Apologize for what? For breaking up with me? Part of me thought maybe she’d forgotten, or that she’d just been so upset and angry that she’d Freudian-slipped and wanted to pretend like it never happened. But then the tone went serious. She remembered. But did she mean it? I didn’t know how to handle this conversation. Plus, I’d stayed up to smoke pot and watch Will Ferrell’s greatest SNL moments. Then I’d set my alarm for 11:00 AM and slept ’til 10:30, when she called. I was half-asleep when I spoke to her. Some of me thought I was still dreaming. We don’t get anywhere over the phone so I ask if she wants to stop by my place and talk before she goes to work. She does. I’m quick to gather my thoughts and prepare myself for what could be the last conversation I have with my girlfriend. And we might mean it this time. I won’t explain Amy as a person. I won’t tell [ Full article ] |
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