One week without hearing from him and feeling better, just focusing on work and great news for my side-project. And when you think things are finally ok, boum. He twitted about the “restricting order” (i know it’s supposed to be “restraining” anyway) making him sad. My first reaction was “fuck, i don’t need that”. I mean, I was really moving on (like i had a choice) and this thing upset me, i don’t want to go back to hopes, desillusions and useless butterflies. I’m about All Or Nothing. I’m not interested in “middles”, anyway… he’lle figure out what he wants one day or another…