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This is the story of a girl who didn't want her boyfriend to break up with her. It's an unusual retelling, because instead of writing an actual story about the events, I've decided to be lazy and simply put into HTML format everything that I and everyone I know has written on or about this great turning point in my life.

This page is divided into several sections. The background section sets the stage, so you know the premise behind the muddle of emails and rantings you're about to read. The emails page is a collection of all the...well, the emails I've recieved from people after telling them, or when telling them, about my ex's stupid decision. The musings section is my personal slew of literature, often written late at night and in great anguish, in which I describe how, exactly, I feel about this event. It is not upbeat.

The contact section is where you can send me feedback about how this page is or isn't good, how much you liked or hated it, suggestions, and your own personal breakup stories. If I get enough, I plan on adding a page containing the best of these tales of love and woe.

The other section now contains more stuff, including a response section where I have selected a few e-mails I've recieved from readers and responded to them. Otherwise, I've recently added a few personally selected poems guaranteed to darken your day, a card I never sent Dan, and of course there is always the short overview of the e-mail characters you'll meet.

If you're wondering how I feel about the relationship now, after several months of intense emotion, go here. Hearts were made to be broken and I've finally realized mine is no exception.