The strangest part about ending a relationship is not talking. After 4 years of being great friends and 3 years of dating, we have stopped talking.
I keep thinking I should send him a text and find out how he is doing. But then I just feel like I'll be interrupting his life and I don't want to do that. I already did that by bringing our break up out of left field. I've been dating, and I won't lie-- I'm really enjoying it. It is nice to not be in a long-distance relationship. It is nice knowing that I don't have to worry about the future so much. It is nice to hang out with someone whenever I want.
Truth is: I think I made the right decision. Truth is: I still worry about if I did. Truth is: I miss him.
Truth is... I'm happy. But I am a mess.
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