  I didn't expect a response so soon, but get one I did. Not by phone, which surprised me - he was always one to confront verbally.
No, it was short, and by email. And it wished me well, and that every moment around me was as happy as it had seemed to be, and that the decision was hard. The breakup wasn't planned, but... still. It happened, didn't it? And I would desperately love to know what made him change his mind so quickly, where Tuesday night we were talking about weekend plans and on Wednesday we weren't even a couple anymore. I don't even know what I was expecting, for that matter. What kind of response. But I don't think it was that. There was no answers, truly, to anything I had brought up. He had already made his decision, and nothing I could have said or done would have changed anything. Not that I necessarily needed him to realise the error of his ways and come crawling back (although that would have been nice), but I expected more closure than that . It brought to mind a college rejection letter, the very cursory, "Thank you for your application, you were a great candidate, it was a difficult decision but we're sorry we couldn't offer you a spot in our incoming class" type of deal.
While I'm glad I said what I did - it would have bothered me horrendously if I didn't get what I wanted to say out - I still didn't expect it to sting so much. And it still bothers me somewhat, it's Just Not Fair that he's probably already moved on, while I'm still in his horrid mopey state. All I can hope, however, is that even though he didn't tell me, that my words made him pause and think. Mais alors, c'est la vie. I went with my gut, which I've always done. It's all for the best, in the end. 
