It has been 40 days since my last confession.

Sometimes I sit at my desk staring at the phone, hoping that if I look long enough it will ring with her on the other end but who am I kidding? Every incoming call is another client in need of our services.

Sometimes I wonder if she even misses me?

It has been 30 days since my last confession.

I seen her at the park with a slender gentleman, hoping that she would look over her shoulder if only for a moment.

Understand, our last argument she made clear that her departure would be the FINAL ONE! She would never look over her shoulder for me…

I had taken it lightly as always and now I am wishing that I never let the door close behind her.

Damn, I hate this park and that slender gentleman has acquired my lost treasure.

It has been 20 days since my last confession.

I keep dialing her number and stopping at the last digit, all to hang up. Courageously, I allowed it to ring just once but the end result was still the same; to hang up.

What if she answers? What am I to say after all of the nonsense that I put her through? By now I should know that anything said is null and void.

It has been 10 days since my last confession.

I sent flowers to her job from an admirer. Maybe she will know that they are from me and call?

Perhaps not, it was just last month when I sent the gift basket to her job with no response. Most people would take the hint but persistence defeats resistance; so I keep telling myself.

It has been 5 days since my last confession.

  The woman in my life who I tried to fill this void with left our relationship flat yesterday. She told me that she was done competing with my dismal fantasy of getting my ex back.

Could I blame her?

Then it hit me, I’ve been giving far too much attention to the wrong woman. While my home was falling apart; I was too busy chasing my past to take notice and now I lost another treasure.

It has been 40 days since my last confession.

I have YET to learn from my previous mistakes……..

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