Dead Thing Thursday

My brain. My brain can be today's dead thing.


Also, this picture:

'cause it's purty.

And also, my love of M.

It's finally over.

Honestly.

I'm done.

I spoke to him in the first time in months the other day, melted into goo at his voice, we had a nice bit of banter and a good old catch up, and I was wondering whether 'I love and and miss you' or 'let's be friends (then one day I'll pounce)' would be the best option to go for, and then he asked me a direct question about something I'd said.

And so I started explaining what I meant.

And in the middle of that, he suddenly shouted...

" Oh my god, yes, that's the most amazing goal we've ever scored! GET IN MY SO..."
....." M. M? Are you.. are you watching the football while we're talking? When we haven't spoken in months? Are you listening at all? Are you... I mean... you know what? I'm going out in a minute, I should really go and get ready. So, yeah, bye.."
"No, sorry, I'm listening, it's just that......."
"...byebye now! *click* "

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is that love affair over with. Sometimes we need reminding exactly why we broke up with 'loves of our lives'. So we could get on with having one. Which isn't dominated by their interests.

Have a glorious dead thing Thursday. I'm off to get ready for a date. Where I won't be giving M a second thought.