The Confrontation
Two weeks went by, and no sign of Voldemort. I knew this was going to happen, i dont even know what i was expecting at this point. I was boiling with anger every single day, how dare he not answer my texts and calls i always thought to myself, who does he think he is? I was especially furious, because he said that he would let me know when to meet, and he never did. I don't appreciate my time being wasted, even though at the back of my mind, i kind of knew that this guy is not going to get back to me. One drunken night, i decided to do the classic drunk text you ex shenanigans, except this time i turned into someone from the hood, and i texted Worst Behavior by Drake verse by verse. I sang the entire song through text. I woke up the next morning and immediately was mortified! But it was still funny...I sent him another message that morning basically apologizing for singing/dissing via text, but i also let him know i did not appreciate him not getting back to me when he said that he would. And of course...No reply. That evening Voldemort messaged me and let me know that he is currently living in another city for his LSAT classes (which is not that far away, and he has a bloody car), so he has not had the time yet. The funny thing is..sometimes you need to make time. I do not have a car, but at this point i needed this confrontation so bad, i offered to come to that bloody city just for this 20 minute talk. He said he would let me know (because a simple response right away is too easy).The next day, he let me know he will be coming down later this week (hallelujah), and we could meet at a common place; our University, aka the ideal spot for a post break up, melodramatic conversation. The day for our little face off had arrived, and i was having a really bad hair day. You know how they always say "dress everyday like you're going to run into your ex" aka look really hot? Well it was cold outside...So i wore a not that hot sweater. I got to school, and went to the food court and got pizza. I turned around, and there he was. at that moment all i thought was wow...why do i feel like i caught a chicken whose head was cut off? I felt like literally getting him here was an accomplishment, because of how difficult he made this process. But there he was standing in front of me. He got a little fat, so that made me happy. We sat down and he was just there, not saying a word. And i was there with my pizza. It was the first time we saw each other in months. All he kept on doing was playing with his keys, and looking at the ceiling. Then i started the conversation...