6 in one night

On Saturday evening I went for a run on Mont-Royal. Halfway through I pulled out my earplugs (I had been listening to Garden State on repeat, over and over again) and called M.

"I don't think tonight's that good an idea."
[loong pause] "Any specific or general reasons?" [Can't you tell me I'm an idiot and no no no I shouldn't be doing this?]
"I just think it'd be too awkward for both of us."
"Ok then...I'll see you."
"Yeah. Bye."

So I keep on walking down Mont-Royal in the gathering dusk feeling slightly sick. No matter how short the relationship I always feel sad at the end even when I end it. I am very bad at saying goodbye.

10 minutes later the phone rings.
"For what it's worth, I just want you to know that yesterday morning... when I woke up I missed the smell of you sleeping beside me"

So Mike and I are back together again. I'm such a pushover.