I almost gave in to it last night. Somehow I held strong (by curling up in the fetal position and making sure my phone was no where near me).
I wanted to text Rebel last night and tell him I missed him (not that I want to be back with him, just that I miss him). I'm glad I didn't. But I wonder why I am having such a hard time with this particular break-up? I think it has something to do with the fact that I never saw it coming. I am still kicking myself for going on and on about how great our relationship was only to have him turn to me and let me know he wasn't that into it. I dither between utter pissed-offness and stark humiliation.
It's unfortunate that there isn't an "off" button for feelings. That would be very handy right about now...