May 21, 2007
When my apartment couldn't get any cleaner today I sat down, got back up and created a playlist. I listened to Fergie, "Big Girls don't Cry" he sent me last night. I told him to listen to Madonna, "Bedtime Stories" and said goodnight. He deleted the comments I left for him on myspace. I deleted him entirely. "I think I will stay in Tampa." "Best for your career anyway." I loved him so much we could not communicate for awhile until I healed. All this time it was only me who needed the space. And we got it. What can we do?