stalking

So I really want to talk to r______ but it all seems rather pointless. I yearn to hear her voice , whisper obscenities into her ear while causing her pain and pleasure.

but there's no point. I can't/won't be there and so she's moving on like any sane individual. Fleeing a dysfunctional relationshipe regardless of how it had functioned in the past. So I'm reduced to stalking her profile on her social networking site, looking at the profiles of all of her new friends, dreaming up scenarios of their conversations, e-mails and, god forbid, physical interactions.

But what else can I do, until I act in my own life, then all else is naught.

Of course I know that in all likelihood that she'll eventually read this post, and I could have been more civilized and simply sent an e-mail, but that's too much like real communication. And thus inherently frustrating.

Now I return to my regularly scheduled life, the 4,532nd edit of my short story while i sit in my local.