christopher II

so, if you remember, or if you haven’t read so far back, christopher is the only guy who has ever broken my heart.

ripped it out.

i still have the notebook where i drew pictures of him and wrote poetry about him.  yes.  me.  ugh.

well, he’s on facebook (we’re not friends).  and we have a mutual friend who i’ve lost touch with.  let’s call her rose.  so i write to him “hey chris, hope you are great.  i’m wondering if you have the contact info for rose.  i lost touch with her and was hoping to reconnect with her.”

he writes back after 2 weeks:  “hey.  i actually do have rose’s info.  it is below.  tell her i say hi.”

and that was it.  that is all he said. 

ouch.

christopher

to date…still the only boy i’ve ever let break my heart.  worth a mention…to prove i have one. 

the first time i slept with christopher was on a twin size mattress in college.  he’s about 6′1″ and i’m 5′9″ and i honestly don’t think i’ve had a better night’s sleep since.

my heart leaped every time i saw him.  i wrote poetry about him, drew pictures of him, stuff i don’t do.  i actually found that sketch book this past weekend and couldn’t believe how much of him i poured on to those pages.

he broke things off and i was crushed.  i felt ”i’d never be cheerful again” like ron weasley after they encountered the dementor on the hogwart’s express.  i had no reason to be that invested or involved in that relationship.  we were seeing  each other for weeks, not months, but i was happier with him in those few weeks than i think i’ve ever been with anyone.

so, there that is.  he doesn’t get a nickname.  he will always just be “christopher.”