Its the old age story, developed a FP, fell madly in love with her immediately, she ran away.


BUT


After two months I managed to turn things around. I said fuck the games and cries for attention and just laid it on the table with her and said I missed our friendship - and i meant it, nothing more. So we caught up and everything was great! I had my FP back! On top of the moon!


Then she brings her boyfriend out to meet me who then dumped her right in front of me and my intentions quickly turned from friendship to more.


Of course they quickly got back together and now im the fucking shoulder to cry on and have to listen for hours on end about how much she loves him and they're trying to make it work and she wants to marry him and all the effort I went through getting over her was for nothing so I might just sit inside for a few weeks headbutting things ☺☺☺


But I still count it as a small triumph. Just a really infuriating one that messed with my entire sense of reality.