Luckily, I'm in the middle of reading an epic fantasy.
I have been dumped and it is no use listing the misgivings that I was having before because they weren't deal-breakers for me yet.
I was just getting to the point that I was admitting to other people that I liked him. I like him still. He broke it off as well as could be expected and that makes me like him even a little more.
There's not much to say more on the subject. One of these days, I will be able to discern which man actually believes that I'm as fabulous as I know I am.
Until, then, I will read Phillip Pullman's The Amber Spyglass and try to ignore the small ache that is left behind as the fantasies that I have spun about our future have fled.
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