There he is. For the fourth night in a row, Film is standing outside of my apartment building. He's pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth. The first night I told him to go home as nicely as possible. The second night I said the exact same thing. When the third night rolled around, I left him to his own devices. Tonight I'm thinking about making a call down to security and telling them everything. While Film is not bothering, at all, he is making me nervous. Tonight is uncharacteristically chilly for this time of year and one thing I don't wan to see is Film ill. Still, what does this all mean? It was his actions that devastated me and not the other way around, right? Him making out with Music in front of me while I held a gift that had taken me hours to put together with care had to have hurt more than him figuring out that he lost me.
While part of me wants to forgive him, the part of me that remembers how long it took him to realize that he was (and apparently still is) an idiot was just too long. I had too much time to think. Too much time to realize that being without him was a whole lot better than being with him. I am not a little thing to be toyed with and then tossed to the side. I am Silver, a strong and independent young woman with standards. Film is beneath my standards and obviously so is Music. Luckily for me, I am getting a few days away from the office. According to Mark, I have clocked way too many hours for a normal person. So he's giving me two weeks off with pay. How yummy is that? Even better my gorgeous boss has demanded that I book a decent vacation for at least two weeks. I think he wants me to have more than two weeks off, but, hey I'll only get payed for those two so that will not be happening. At least a week away from here won't be bad for me at all. Its a nice time to take a trip to San Fran, Boston or even D.C. I can relax in the hotel brand that I have always loved so much. And I can have all that time to myself.
It will be a writing vacation. Write a lot. Watch lots of movies and catch up on tv shows. (ie drool over the cuteness of Dr. Reid) Maybe I can even check out the local nightlife there. Tourism partying is so not in my avenue,but, I have never had a problem with the local life. Hmm... Maybe if I push hard enough Mark will give me more than two weeks...
Film is no longer outside. Maybe he just went back to his own apartment. Hopefully.
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