I was just reading some old emails, from a year ago. Right before and right after I found out she was seeing someone.
I read one email wherein I said that I expected to have to go through it several times, and that each time would be tougher than the last, but that it would all be worth it eventually. I'd be the one who would always be there when she needed someone, and eventually I'd be noticed.
And now, a year later, I fear that it's all starting again. And I'm not there.
This really sucks.
Maybe it'll storm tonight. That always cheers me up. Must buy some beer, though.