Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind, in the commonplaces of the asylum where the cracked mirror or my own selfish death outstared me . . .I tapped my own head; it was glass, an inverted bowl. It is a small thing to rage inside your own bowl. At first it was private. Then it was more than myself. --Anne Sexton
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Saturday, May 9, 2009

What's your tale, nightingale?

HepKat and I had quiche and americanos for lunch at Bonjour Brioche in Leslieville, and the rapport was great, catching up with one another about various life happenings. We've kept in touch since we broke up the past December, mostly over msn, and this was the second time we had met face-to-face (the first being an awkward sushi dinner before my Arizona/Vegas trip in late-February). After knowing each other for close to a decade, and the break-up being a natural progression in our relationship (more on that another time), I still consider HepKat to be a close friend of mine and I know he does too.... or does he not?

Lunch was almost 3 weeks ago and ever since then, we've been online at the same time almost everyday that I'm logged in, and yet there hasn't been the familiar "nudge" or "wassup" from him. No email, no IM, no phone call..... nothing. This is so unlike us, not to communicate for such a lengthy period of time.

I have my suspicions as to why.

Maybe I was too verbose over lunch, and then afterwards at his place, but at the same time, it was he that continued to ask me what was new in my life even after I exhausted the usual subjects. So I suspected that he was digging for romantical information.... and I gave it to him. Perhaps sprinkled with too many details? Should I have kept my mouth shut?

I remember walking away from him, after a brisk goodbye kiss, thinking that maybe, just maybe, some things were better left unmentioned. But, at the same time, isn't this what good friends talk about with one another? When is it ok to talk about the romantic future with someone from your romantic past?

Listening to: Hot Chip - No Fit State