The greatest waste on earth, in the world, in my life anyway: Thinking about a man. Nothing is relevant other than vibes you get. And even if you get vibes, don't rely on them, you might be fabricating them. Only rely on a package of vibes, calls, time spent together and touches. I know that everyone is different, that every relationship was different. I also know, however, that finding excuses is bollocks and such a waste of time, because in the end it is true: He's just not that into you if... add whatever you please.

At the end of the story, there's no explanation, there's only an end, which is the plainest and clearest explanation in a man's mind anyway. In my mind there are some question marks dangling after a text message and the resolution not to waste time or thoughts or anything at all, for that matter. Resolutions are bound to fail, yet this one simply has to work.

While it starts working, while I get back into the habit of considering myself very single and my future very probably single as well, I know that one saying is just a soothing medicine that doesn't really take away all the pain or any of its causes. You may believe in it, you may not, but believing is hard sometimes: Don't be sad that you lost him, be glad that you had him.

Yes. Aha. I'm waiting for my own sake, for my own good, for that to kick in...