be mine, valentine pt. 3

be sure to read pt. 2 before continuing

the next 24 hours involved an ambulance, hospital and me realizing i knew nothing about him. couldn’t recall his address, didn’t know who to contact. i’m pretty sure i called his cousin and apparently his mother because when he came to in the hospital he said “why did you call my mother?” hmmmm.

because you busted your f*#&ing head on the ground and it looked like you were bleeding to death? sign #41 that this was not going to end well.

if my memory serves me correctly, a few weeks later he still wasn’t ready to go back to work but had recovered enough for a super bowl party. he had moved in with his cousin and was excited about this new phase of his life. i later learned moving in with his cousin meant sleeping on his cousin’s couch. but anyway… the super bowl came and went. i watched it by myself. he said he was going to be focused on the game and it was an all guys party. he later admitted that other girls were there. but he said he was going to be so focused on the game he didn’t want any distractions. he didn’t even want to talk on the phone during the game…

bg didn’t recover from his injury as expected. he never quite got on his feet again (at least while i knew him). it seemed he blamed me for his accident. if i hadn’t wanted to go to dinner on a night when he was so tired, none of this would have happened. i lamented to one of my good guy friends -dj.

dj: what’s up with your boy?
me: not looking good. i haven’t seen him. he doesn’t call…
dj: well forget him then.
me: (sigh) i think he’s just going through a rough time.
dj: don’t sweat him. what happened to him again?
me: he fell and had to get stitches in his head.
dj: oh yeah, the busted grape

days went by and i wouldn’t hear from bg (busted grape for those on the slow bus). when i did talk to him he sounded irritated. february came. i may have seen him one or two more times since his fall from the bunch. it should be noted that people weren’t texting a lot, if at all, around this time.

i wasn’t calling him to say happy v-day, but i was well aware that it it was 2/14 when i called. i guess i was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, yet again. even if i was the one calling, if he just said ‘happy valentine’s day’, i would feel better. instead, he told me it wasn’t going to work out. i can’t remember the words exactly, but that was the gist of it.

i did see him again that summer. he had a friend in my complex who was having a party. he apologized for how he treated me and said he was wrong. i was over it by then. he was pretty easy to get over and i guess i didn’t like him all that much in the first place. but i was curious of his motivation for saying anything at all.

in conclusion…

when it comes to v-day if you choose to spend $200 on a date, good for you. if you choose to watch romantic comedies with a group of friends, good for you. if you use it as a reason to eat chocolate and wear pink, goodie for you-eeeee.

i’m not asking for a lot on valentine’s day. a simple phone call or “happy v-day” text would suffice. v-day doesn’t have to be a big production, just try not to break someone’s heart.