To say that I'm devastated, heart broken, etc etc etc because of him would definitely be like a broken record. To say that I curse a hundred painful deaths on him would also be like a broken record. So, it'll probably be best if I'd just shut up now and cry later - I've just had confirmation from the horses' mouth (glutton for punishment that I am, whoopee) that why, for the past year or so, he thought me akin to a speck of dust in his eye.

It's very flattering.

Yes, definitely shut up now and cry later.