Quick update. No response from Kevin. It has been a week since my goodbye note and three weeks since his last texts (initiated by me). He either chickened out by my goodbye or simply didn’t read it yet. Bob thinks it is the latter. Anyways, as each day passes by I feel more and more like just a ‘fuck toy’ to Kevin. A not so interesting toy when injured. So be it. I finally snapped out of this dreamworld I created. Now my heart just needs to heal.
At least I didn’t ghost Kevin. I said my goodbye.