I think we've given all the advice we can on the zabu situation. Good luck man. Lay that pipe man!
Ok, now it's time to get serious. At exactly 8 PM EST I'll be boarding a flight to Hawaii for perhaps the last time in my life. I'm heading back to paradise in an attempt to reclaim what was once mine, in a way.
Ashley and I will have been "broken up" exactly five months to the day tomorrow when I surprisingly show up to her door. I've already gotten shit from the one friend I told and my mom and dad about the situation because my brother accidentally told them what I was doing. My mom was more concerned about me being ok and hoping it works out but just bitched me out for not telling her. My dad pretty much said, "fuck bitches, make money." But then eventually conceded, "Hey man, you gotta do what you think is right and I'll support ya."
So anyway, the reason for me spending the cash, burning vacation days, and putting myself in such an odd position is because I need both an answer and closure. I'm not scripting out what I'm going to say to her, just tell her how I feel, tell her the truth about me not being able to pretend like I'm ok with just being her friend, and wanting to know whether there's a future for us or not. If she says yes, then we'll take it a step at a time from there. If she says no, then I'm done. My mindset right now is stuck in waking up hoping this will be the day that she may call and realize what she has done was stupid and beg me to come back to her. It could happen, but I'm tired of waiting. I'm just not a patient person and I think five months is plenty of time to figure this out. I've got a lot of shit on the horizon, and my future pretty much depends on these next several moves.
Call me stupid all you guys want, but this is what I gotta do.