He's just left. He walked out of the back door, out of my life, about 10 minutes ago. Of course, he was never officailly back in my life, but it's the end now. I'm listening to Roxy Music because it reminds me of things that aren't him. I could have listened to something that I knew he didn't like, but I don't know what he thinks of Roxy Music. Roxy Music remind me of me and my friends watching Lost In Translation, or drama rehersals, or my dad. Not him though, not him.
Strange how things that someone says when you're happy have a totally opposite effect to the same things said when you're unhappy.
He told me that I made him feel like someone. I made him feel like he was worth something. But now he's nothing again, he told me. He felt like an idiot for trying.
I told him to stop.
(He looked at me with the most beautifully sad look in his eye. Full of lost hope and longing and many other terrible, beautiful things.)
He did. Now he's gone.