Tuesday, December 11, 2012

The Tale of Wickham (part 2)


When last we parted (here), I had recounted to you the rise and abrupt ending of my almost relationship with Mr. Wickham this past spring. Here is the end of that story. The part where my heart was a little bit crushed.

He left for the summer and I was distraught. Futile attempts to communicate with him occurred within the first few weeks after his departure. But they were for naught. I was deeply saddened. Then at the end of the third week a mass text message was received from Mr. Wickham saying something to the effect of:
"I'm engaged!"
This was obviously a joke... but upon further inquiry of both the boy and his friends, it was determined that this engagement was indeed the truth. I was in complete shock and heartbreak and confusion. 4 weeks earlier I had been holding hands with this boy, and now he was engaged? What is this world coming to?!
So here's what allegedly happened:
Mr. Wickham had been home for a week and all of the sudden started missing his ex-girlfriend, Ms. Diva.  He brushed it off, assuming that home just reminded him of her. The second week he was still feeling the same. And then the third week came and he decided that he was actually in love with Ms. Diva. And thus he went out and dropped a small fortune on an engagement ring. Having not seen, spoken to, or heard from Ms. Diva in over three months, THREE MONTHS, he showed up at her door, expressed his newly discovered love for her, and dropped a knee. As is to be expected, Ms. Diva was shocked and asked for some time to think about it. The very next day, she gave him an affirmative answer and voila: engaged.

Maybe my heart was just too fully invested in this boy and that clouded my judgement a bit, but doesn't this sound slightly crazy?
Answer: yes.

So the man was engaged and I was stuck in that awful place where you know you absolutely have to get over someone, but know that you absolutely can not do so. I was heartbroken like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I couldn't handle my own emotions at times. But alas, I persevered. After a couple months of sadness, not a constant sadness but the kind of sadness that came when I got a moment alone with my thoughts, which always drifted back to him... yes after all that, I did it. I got over him. I realized that I lucked out and avoided a relationship with a crazy person. I realized that I had been good enough friends with him before this whole debacle to be able to honestly say that I hoped he was happy. Even if it hurt me, I truly was glad that he was doing what he thought would make him happy in life. Mr. Wickham was a dear boy, but it has all worked out for the best and he is now married - here's to hoping he's happy!

The Friendly Kisser (though clearly not in this situation)

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