Everybody Hurts

I took every verbal blow. I did not retaliate. I will go through a process, I like to call, quarantine. This is a period of no more and no less than forty days. And nights. No contact.
I thought to myself, "Yeah. I said music is a gift." It's true. But the most precious thing there is you can give, I gave, and that is time. We went on 17 dates; she met me one quarter of the time. She rightfully resented this.
Even though I have a four year old autistic son, am separated and thus have to provide for myself, I lost my Ipod Touch, and I didn't cry. Well, maybe a little. It kind of hurts still. But it gives me the perfect excuse to get the new Iphone.
I went back to the gym. Finally! I also made friends with a ton of girls at work, none of which I will ask out eventually. Unless, of course, they were to leave Pfizer, and even then I may not go through with it.
I have great friends at work; great people who fraternize and welcome me, engage in lively conversation and, well, sort of care for me. Maybe I'm delusional, but Pfizer is such a friendly-oriented atmosphere. Like a tiny universe inside the vast, empty universe we normally inhabit.
Your boy is strong. Your boy is healthy in every other way. How come she rarely asked for my son? She should have known he is a very important part of me. She did, of course, asked about his condition and she showed enthusiasm and was candid. I don't know what happened to that girl.
I hope she doesn't hurt. If she did, like I did, it only shows that we cared. That's all. Love can be silly. It can be anything you want it to be. I miss that girl.