Well I haven't really written about what happened. To be honest, I haven't actually written about anything that's been happening, but I kind of want to I guess.
Dusan and I broke up. In fact, we did a few weeks ago, but it hasn't really seemed like it. It's seemed like we've been on and off the last few weeks until last night.
Yesterday was kind of a crappy day. I still wasn't feeling too good (physically) so I was contemplating whether or not to go to my one class, and then my mom calls to tell me we have a showing in an hour. So I missed class, got up, cleaned the house, got the dog, and left. Later, I ended up going to work, still feeling feverish.
Dusan called me to say he got his Green Card, which is really awesome considering how long it's taken and hard it's been for his family. He asked if I wanted to go out for sushi with him to celebrate, and I said yes. After a real good dinner and a real good time, we went to Josh's for some drinks and a mini-Prisonbreak marathon.
He drove me home and walked me in. We sat down and started talking, and I guess arguing too, but slowly we sort of started to realize what we were doing to ourselves and each other. I'm not sure how to explain that without explaining it.
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We fell asleep curled up in each others arms, reminicing about our relationship and how much history we felt like we were risking losing. When I woke up, he was gone. I called him to see when he'd left, and then I just sat there feeling helpless and crying myself back to sleep.
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