Knitting is Pointless..

The night after Valentine's Day I started knitting again.

Every night that week I knit. I knit I knit I knit.

I knit so much that my right shoulder started to go numb.

And while I was watching Downton Abbey and knitting, I remembered that I promised him a scarf...

I was making it for Christmas but that didn't happen.

And like Valentine's, I came to this irrational conclusion.

If I finished the scarf, then it would repair some mystical riff between us and he would come back.

So I pulled it out and started knitting.

I knit so long that night that my eyes went blurry and I got a headache. But the closer that I got to finishing, the stupider I felt for thinking that a damn scarf would bring about some Nicholas Sparks novel-esque resolution.

So I finished  it... Nothing happened so I added fringe.

He didn't come.

I draped it over my door and nothing happened. It just hung there and reminded me that he hadn't come and he probably wouldn't.

I don't even think that he would wear it if it got to him.