Monday night and its 10:30pm and for appropriate reasons, Torn by Natalie Imbruglia easily comes to mind. What I thought was a clean break-up quickly spiraled into something else. The best that can be surmised by Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—Only this and nothing more.”
Tis what I awoke after sending a message to my ex-gf that I would be unavailable to meet in person for coffee to discuss “our lists”. If after all, you can not stand to be around Max, then there is no reason for us to be together. So instead of taking a Uber to the coffee-house, she had the driver drop her off at my chamber door, where she began a tapping at my door. To my surprise, I for once was at a loss. A new side of crazy I haven’t seen before. I contemplated for several seconds (which seemed like an eternity) whether or not to answer the door. But what could I do? It was such a beautiful day, I had opened all the windows and patio door, plus my car was parked out in front, not like I could pretend I wasn’t;t home. In addition, Max was barking at the door because she was knocking. I was obligated to answer the door.
After much reluctance, I decided to let her in and explain her feelings and how she felt. We sat and talked for a couple of hours and may have decided to give it another go. However, my heart is still telling me to walk away. Too many red flags, and other issues that I just don’t think I have the patience for.