I hate it when a decent story is left unfinished. Keep me posted, please?

you probably don't want to hear the rest of the story...

stop reading now if you want to retain romantic illusions.

so i got off the plane, she met me, and when we hugged, her heart was beating so hard in her chest that i could feel it in mine. our writing and our phone conversations had gotten pretty erotic. but there was so much pressure and so many expectations built up, that things went *rapidly* downhill. the first night i was staying with her, she invited the boy she was sleeping with over for dinner. i went to my hotel and the conference, and she never came back to see me until the last night i was in town and had to stay with her. after we got back to her house, and things had already fallen apart, she left me sleeping in her bed to go to her girlfirend's house.*
i got on the plane the next day and was filled with such despair and overwhelming failure that i thought to myself, "if this plane crashes, i wouldn't even care..." i was so numb from the trauma of the weekend.
when i got back, i felt safe again, but still wounded. over the next week i wrote her a 10 pg letter that was angry, sad, apologetic, regretful, loving, and forgiving all at once. she barely replied, and when she did, she made it clear she didn't want to talk anymore. she thought it was enough that she'd never forgive herself for having broken my heart, but she just didn't get that that wasn't enough.
i got no closure, no resolution, and so i made another mix, entitled: i lost my heart in colorado.
i haven't talked to her since i left denver last march (almost a year), and the last time we exchanged written words was online, sometime in july. she told me she had mono, i told her it was karma. she laughed and said i was probably right.

the end.

Here's to disillusion, broken hearts and wonderful mixes...like this one.