I’m frustrated and disappointed Jessica didn’t respond to my last email, even though it was clearly intended to be a last email from me. Still, I’m high on love. I can’t sleep or eat, I don’t feel hungry. I’m buoyant with increased energy. I take the dogs for really long walks so I can listen to my “love soundtrack” on iPod and think. I’m so sexually preoccupied I often blush in therapy sessions, to the point my patients are noticing. Intellectually I know she isn’t interested, she said “no,” but emotionally I don’t really know that, I don’t feel it. I’m hopeful, impossibly hopeful, but somehow I feel hopeful.
Thinking about her 99% of the time.
That is exactly how I’m feeling right at this minute… :’(
Comment by Suzy — June 15, 2009 @ 10:08 pm
What, impossibly hopeful? Not sleeping, not eating, high on love? This is the best part of unrequited love, or it was for me. It’s actually the least painful, relative to the slow piercing realizations that your loved one is really not interested.
Comment by Lonesome Loser — June 16, 2009 @ 2:36 pm