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Part 12/?

I never understood why people inflicted harm upon themselves, or attempted to take their lives, until I tried it for myself. Until I tied that belt around my neck and pulled, I had no idea. The physical pain it produces just drowns out all the noise. All the emotional pain, the sadness, the frustration, the anger; it just melts away. It’s like a forceful, sick kind of cleansing.

I almost did it. But Part 3′s girl (Let’s call her “C”), and a good friend were bugging me through WhatsApp, about not having seen me around in a few days. It snapped me back. I started thinking about my parents, my brothers. I felt like shit, but I felt like I needed to continue on.

That Christmas, which was a few weeks later, I spent it with my best friend/crush/Alternate Love of my Life, (Let’s call her “Dr. I”) and while it was a bit disheartening being so close to someone who had no interest in me that way, I recovered, and was almost back to my old self, albeit a gloomier version. Some things happened between C and I, but we patched up, and are now buddies again.

The semester restarted, and just my luck, I had to pass through A’s house just to get to my own, and that made me feel like I wanted to crumble. I eventually got over it, and some weeks later, I left my own version of a peace offering, a single flower. It was my way of telling her I was fine, and that there was no ill will. She called. We talked. St. Valentine’s Day came. I left a letter, in which I stated that I understood that we weren’t going to be the best of friends, and that, while I wanted to get back with her, I wouldn’t put my life on hold, nor would I expect her to get back to me. I just wanted her to include me in her life. She told me various times she didn’t want me out of her life, and I just wanted her to act on those words, in any way at all. After that, she texted me, saying that I was still a manipulative man, and that she didn’t want me in her life. Another failed attempt, but it didn’t hurt like I thought it would, and I continued my life without her. I mean, yeah, being called manipulative stung, but since I never intentionally manipulated her outside of one ultimatum back when we were together, I paid it no mind.

Much to my surprise, I received a text from her not even a week later, apologizing, telling she had reflected, but didn’t quite understand how she had hurt me. We talked in person. We each apologized for our actions. We each told each other that we had no intentions of getting back together in anyway, at least, not for a while. Not until we saw change. But then, something happened. Something weird. She told me she missed me.

“I miss you too.”

“I do miss you, but I didn’t mean it in that way.”

“So then, what do you mean?”

“I miss you...physically”

I wanted her to say it. -”What are you trying to say?”

“I really want you to stay tonight.”

And that’s when a deep sense of victory invaded my being. Not victory over her. Victory over the guys who I was sure were with her during this time we were apart. Victory over the guys she surely had grown a crush on. Victory over her sex drive, her sexual needs, her physical desire. I smiled smugly, and told her that I knew this would happen, since I’m very good at what I do in that regard. She smiled, called me an asshole. “Asshole, yes, but you didn’t call me a liar.”

I still hadn’t said yes, and I made it seem like I wouldn’t. “I want to say yes, but I’m thinking about certain things. No more blocked calls, no more hiding behind our phones, we are done with that. Whatever needs to be said, is said. Whatever concerns need to be addressed will be addressed. I don’t want this to end like this, I want to be on good terms with you.” She agreed.

That night was a very good night. It was the best night we had together in quite a while, and that had a positive effect on me.

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