Yet Another Reason Why I Suck...

So what do you do when the relationship appears to be over, but neither person is ready to let go? We've agreed to the terms, returned each other's stuff, signed treaties, shook hands, kissed and said goodbye.
On the inside though, something still feels so unsettled. Then you have to do the "what if" dance. Dancing with indecision is the most frustrating of all dances. More obnoxious and pointless than the Macarena, but some how unavoidable.

So, here I am, decision made... mostly.
Mind made up? Sort of.
My heart at peace? Eh, not really.
Ready to move on? Not at all.
Looking forward to being single? HA!

I really suck at relationships. Yet now that I've reached what would appear to be the end of one, I feel compelled to make a last ditch effort. You know like the doctors in those melodramatic television series that are so popular these days. The victim's heart has stopped beating, he's not breathing, there's that long Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep coming from the monitor, yet they're still giving CPR to that poor lifeless body. Beating on the chest shouting something like "Don't you die on me damnit!"

Sometimes, though, those people really aren't dead. They have a near death experience but live to tell the tale. The would-be victim lives and goes on to star in the series for 6 more seasons. Damn.

That is all.