When Roma returned to London last week, I really wanted to tell him that it was over, but I was too chicken and met up with him for drinks instead.
He sent me several desperate texts the following week including one that read “are you alive?
I ignored his texts as well as his sporadic phone calls for nearly a week and hoped that he would get the hint.
On Thursday, while I was at work chatting it up with one of my colleagues I caught a glimpse of Roma's desperately longing face and I quickly hid behind a piece of furniture.
On Thursday, while I was at work chatting it up with one of my colleagues I caught a glimpse of Roma's desperately longing face and I quickly hid behind a piece of furniture.
That night he called me and I decided that it was time to tell him the truth, and I did. His response was “Nadia, you are a crazy girl, you call me when you want to hang out.”
I haven't heard from Roma since.I know that I undoubtedly hurt his feelings but, I'm really proud of myself for being honest with him.
I think I've finally realized that although dodging phone calls and hiding behind furniture may seem like the easy solution, sometimes it's better to just confront things head on.
*Update, apparently Roma didn't understand that he was dumped because yesterday he sent me a text that read "Nadia, r u busy this week."
*This is my new favorite song and it is dedicated to two ZERO's; Roma and Cuntface.
