I went out to dinner with TJ and his family last night, and on the way back to his house I checked my phone, like I usually do. On Facebook, I check my notifications, and boy was I surprised to see this: "Mitch Watson has poked you."
I haven't heard from him in over a year. The last time we talked, it was because I initiated the conversation, since Chels had told me he asked her about me. Not to mention I was an emotional wreck. We texted basically all New Year's Day, well into the night until roughly 3 or so in the morning. Then it kind of faded away, because our relationship in 2010 never was smooth because he wanted me and I wanted Graham, though I was attracted to Mitch somewhat. We were Facebook friends for awhile, liked each other's statuses in a war, and then either I unfriended him or he unfriended me in late January. Either way, we lost touch.
Looking back, I totally toyed with the poor kid, for reasons I'm still not completely sure of. Maybe when Graham toyed with me all those months, I finally got a taste of my own medicine. I'd take it back if I could. I mean, I'm sure he's over it by now, considering a brief Facebook check shows him with a girlfriend dating back to at least the 2012 New Year. Maybe I was lonely. Maybe I was experimenting with the flirty side of my personality to see if it worked, which it did. Regardless, it wasn't right.
I still have the letter he wrote me a really, really long time ago in this small wooden lock box that keeps basically everything from past relationships (sans Graham) or just cute little things that mean something to me. As heartfelt as it was, he deserved so much better. I see that now. Then again, I haven't really thought about it for awhile.
While it was just a few "pokes," I guess it'd be nice to catch up one of these days. Maybe I'll grow the balls to apologize, because I am sorry.
It's Easter, and I've healed enough to eat chocolate without the motion of chewing to hurt too badly. Thus far, I've eaten Pizza Hut cheese personal pan, Chips Ahoy, Oreos, ice cream with peanut butter, and a cheese quesadilla. Still working on chicken tenders, though. School tomorrow. Time flies.
Love,
Caitlyn
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