Closure

A week ago, I wrote about how I wanted needed closure.

Well, I just got my wish.

The thought of communicating with him just gnawed at me and I tried to shrug it off but being the obsessive-compulsive bitch that I am, I just had to do it.

So after days of debating with myself, I decided to get on with it.

I sent him a friend request. Aaah, the wonders of Friendster.

But I know that doing it would probably give him the satisfaction of clicking on NO. Or maybe, he decided to click on BLOCK USER instead. Or he may have reported me for harassment to the Friendster gods.

If you don't see my account anymore, it means that the bastard has succeeded in his evil idiotic plan.

I tried adding him as a friend. But horror of horrors! The guy changed his last name or probably added dashes or apostrophes or whatever quotation mark he could think of to make his profile appear first when viewing the MY FRIENDS section, not that it would matter anyway because this only applies to how you write your first name. Or maybe he decided that a last name change would do him good (no offense).

Anyway, I thought it might be a sign that I shouldn't go on with it. You know how we're big on signs. Like, "Grabe, it's a sign! You're meant to be!" and such.

Did I tell you that I'm a stubborn cow? I am a stubborn cow.

So I decided to guess what his email address was and ended up thinking, "I think I'm psychic!"

Yep, you got that right. Nahulaan ko yung email address nya. On the first try.

I felt proud of myself: for getting his email address right and for having the guts to go through with it.

Ngayon alam ko na.

And you know, I realized that I was being hard on myself. It's not as big a deal as I thought it would be.

I'm okay and I can live with it.