I'd be lying if I didn't say finding the post card didn't make me upset. What I didn't know is how upset I really was. After shoving it back in my drawer I went straight to bed and started crying. Something came over me and the tears just came back. All those memories of how close we were and how we are now just made me realise how insignificant I may be. I really wanted to call/text ky but her sister flew in that day so I decided to let her be and not get her concerned or worried about my inability to let go.
Life is funny. We always seem to find comfort and happiness in the least likely of places and people. The next logical person to talk to would've been karen but something told me she'd be busy or what she would say wouldn't really make me feel better. Which isn't her fault, shes more of the comforter when you need to laugh about stupid things. No. I couldn't laugh about this. Not this time. I soon found myself texting Luke. Something just told me to talk to Luke. Its funny how Luke is just one of those people you can tell anything to with such ease. I soon found myself telling him the whole Avi story while crying my eyes out, trying very hard not to sob too loudly because my parents were in the next room. What I wanted was a substitute Kyleen; someone to tell me it'll all be okay and that he's not worth it. But instead I got a Luke, and I'm glad I did. At a time when I felt so petty and broken he somehow made me feel less broken while constantly reassuring me that I wasn't petty. I owe him heaps for how much he helped last night. I even managed to wake up with a smile...and huge ass puffy eyes :( I guess its just nice to know that I can count of someone who I can text when I'm in a sea of tears who won't screw me over. I'm glad my gut told me to text Luke.
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