Some people — especially those from different generations — do not believe these experiences count as “relationships,” that they lack intimacy, and that they shouldn’t be considered an “ex” as such. But just because you didn’t officially date someone doesn’t mean you weren’t intimate with them.
There’s more to life than finding somebody who wants you, or being sad over somebody who doesn’t. Spend time discovering yourself, and find a way to become whole on your own.
If you cared about me, you wouldn’t drift in and out of my life whenever it’s convenient for you. You wouldn’t have come back solely because you broke up with your last fling. And you wouldn’t leave the minute you find someone new. But I know that you will.
I’m going to do my own thing, because if someone is meant to be in my life, they will come, and they will stay. Or, you know, whatever, I’ll adopt a cat (or five). That’s cool, too.
Maybe your new boyfriend works every Sunday and you need attention from someone, so you turn to me.
I would have told you that I love your flaws, and that I love our differences, because we balance each other out in a way I never thought possible.
I wish I had never shared all of my favorite songs and artists with you, because it feels like I gave you a piece of me that I’ll never be able to get back.
Seriously? What do you think the B in LGBT stands for? Banana?
I’ll never understand what happened — I know I did nothing wrong — but I agreed anyway, perhaps foolishly.