Dont do it. Just Don’t do it.
They are an ex for a reason, confessing your love to them at 1 am although extremely satisfying in the moment does not make for great reflection the morning after.
There have been times* respectively where I have been tackled to the ground by an extremely awesome friend to prevent me from doing something I will seriously regret when the shit hits the fan in the morning
But somehow the will is so much stronger than the love of a good pal and next thing you know I am punching that number in on my cracked phone screen with all of the vigour I can possibly muster through my already blurred vision, just waiting to hear the voice of someone who will eventually think Im a batshit crazy stalker.
And as much as we tell ourselves that we will never do it again…we do, why?
because we are simple creatures that never seem to want to learn from our self inflicted mistakes and the wound never really closes does it ?
we never get the chance to have the “last word” or say the “proper goodbye”.
Its as though if we can be in their lives a bit longer, our dignity can be restored bit by bit.
And this is sadly not the case because in the end you literally turn into that person with hundreds of cats, eating her toenails, and laughing manically to herself. Have some self respect. please.