We haven't talked since the initial breakup. Which I think is a little weird considering how it ended. It didn't end really, his phone lost battery and we cut out. We haven't spoken since. I made one attempt to try to call him, he didn't answer, I didn't leave a message. Truthfully, I don't want to talk to him. But I do want my shit back. He has my favorite belt, and all my CD's, in addition to all sorts of other miscellaneous crap that ends up being at someone's house when you're seeing each other. I'm getting to the point where I just want it to be over, so that if it's going to hurt I can get to it. I'm so ready to move on. I sat and tried to think of ways that we could still be together last night. There just aren't any. After the love "take-back" there's not much that I could do. I can't even tell if I still love him, or if this whole situation has just killed it. It only matters because in the long run, if I still love him, it's going to hurt longer. I'm starting to feel that slightly dull ache of break-up pain, but not much more. I can barely bring myself to cry, though I think I might feel a little better if I did.

So I'm waiting, for what I'm not sure. Maybe what I need (what we all might need) is a magical compass to quiver in anticipation, then leap towards north. That way I'll know when and where to go next.

'Til the invention of the Magic Compass, I'll be living from hour to hour, just waiting to see what life throws my way. An adventure, not stability. Apparently my life needs some shaking up.