I can handle heartbreak and tornadoes and destruction on a grand scale. What I can’t handle is being naked and uncomfortably open for strange eyes to see.
You know the kind of love that happens only once in a lifetime? I thought what we had was something close to that.
You love each other, yes, but it’s dying. It’s dying quietly, drowning in a festering discontent. Chipping away, moving forth; realizing your inherent desire to be alone. Your need to have nothing.
Everyone’s got baggage. Everyone has or will someday have that person that puts a crack in their heart and a bruise in their ego. He’s mine. And he’s going to be hard to forget.
1. Where is the idiot?
If you’re blaming past relationships for your emotional baggage, don’t, because the time spent on a failed relationship was not time wasted.
“You deserve so much better,” they said, “and he’s really not worth it.” To which my invariable response was, “But I still love him.”
My realist brain told me if I was not going to marry you, why were we trying to stay together? Why date at all if you do not see a future? My realist brain tried to make sense of the mess we had gotten ourselves into.
Just why is your new ex suddenly friends with your old ex?
We’ve all been there and regretted it. Don’t message them back. Got it?