Hi there, ISO a salon on the North Shore that carries Kerastase products! Supernova on Lonsdale recently stopped carrying it, so now I need to find a new place. I know that Sephora carries some Kerastase products, but not the line I use.
Thanks!
I’m sorry, CT. I knew you had feelings for me and I knew I didn’t have feelings for you. You were someone safe to me in a new situation and place, and I leaned into that.
You also saw how badly things turned out for me. You were there, that night. That awful night. I even remember telling you…those awful words which foreshadowed the evilness to come.
So, weeks later, when I went to your place with you, I was in such a bad place and I knew I was making a bad decision. I need to make it clear, in case you ever worried—you *did not* take advantage of me. You were kind, protective, and so clearly wanted to be with me. I was the mess there, and it was from that place of trauma that I acted without regard for your feelings. I should not have slept with you that night. I took advantage of you. And then I ghosted you afterward. I know that when you saw me after that, you were hurt by me. I can’t undo that, and I’m so very sorry I hurt you.
I’m so glad that you found your love in life and that you have been able to remain friends with me after all these years. I just wanted you to know that you did not do anything wrong—I wronged you.
Take care, old friend.
Darling, it’s been several days that I’ve been sitting with those words you said to me, and now I’m questioning if I’m as savvy as I’ve always believed I was.
I thought you were simply reaching out to me with a uniquely interesting piece of news that not many others in your life would appreciate the way I might, as an old friend. I didn’t realize that you were reaching out because you had an interest in me…I had always assumed the crush was one-way only and lived deep in our distant past as friends.
It was risky on your part, given that, to your knowledge, I was not available and to my knowledge, neither were you. When we spoke of our romantic circumstances, I did not have a reason to believe that my being available gave you any kind of hope or idea. I know you…you’re an honourable person, you would never dare to interfere in my love life if you believed I was happy, so I had no reason to believe our conversation was anything other than a well-timed reconnection of friends, beyond passing comments on social media.
Why did your later expression of interest in me come as a surprise? How did I—someone who is so intuitive and sharp in most other aspects of my life—miss the signs that you were bidding for my attention long before we knew we would be the greatest romance of our lives?
Own your part in this.