Comfort in things gone by...

Boyo and I had a row last night.
Actually, thinking about it, not so much a row as a drunken conversation at 3am which resulted in us splitting up.

For those of you that know me, this does happen sometimes. We get together, things are good for a while, we drift a bit and then split up. Then we get back together, and it starts all over. We've been doing this for 7 years - you'd think we'd have found a way to fix it by now.

But, however often this happens - it still hurts like hell. I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest. I called him this morning to see if actually, it was just a drunk row and that today we could sort everything out and go back to planning which restaurant we wanted to book for Valentines Day. But, sadly, no.
Boyo doesn't want me anymore. I explained I couldn't be friends with the man I've been in love with for 7 years - so I guess thats it.

Pretty shitty way to start my weekend - dumped, hungover, and having to make my own cups of tea. Yikes.

So, what could I do to cheer myself up? Had a quick look at Facebook, watched a boring programme about animals in a zoo, thought about getting out of bed until I realised I didn't really have a reason to do that. None of that worked.
So I reverted back to my 14 year old self. What did I do when I was 14 and needed something to make me feel better, I hear you ask?
I watched Backstreet Boys stuff.

For those of you who never crushed out on a boybander as a kid, you really don't know what you're missing. Its being in love with a guy who will never hurt you, who will sing all the soppy words you ever needed to hear, will dance around without his shirt on, and will be readily available on television, dvd, the internet and live in concert, whenever you should need him.
As a 14 year old, I was totally in love with AJ Mclean. He was the absolute light of my life, and I could not picture ever finding someone as perfect as he. Come to think of it, I'm not entirely sure I ever proved this theory wrong!
Whilst perhaps the scary stalkery obssession has calmed somewhat as I've gotten older...if I ever turn on the tv and catch a programme with him on, or hear one of their songs on the radio, I still get a little happy belly flutter.

And its nice to know that there is something that will always make you feel that way, even if everything else has turned to shit.
So I watched hours of videos and funny little clips and interviews....and now I feel as though I'm ready to get out of bed to make a cup of tea.
I'm getting back in bed straight after, though.