Sometimes I wonder why it takes me a minimum of 3 years to get over someone.
After dating the same guy off and on for two years in high school, it took me 4 years to lay that nightmare to rest. Fighting with myself, my thoughts, wanting to know how he is and what's going on - I just couldn't let it go.
And again, here I am. It's been 3 years since the official breakdown of my last relationship, much less time since the last time we spoke, however, but still, I find myself wanting to call him up and see how he is.
But he's not part of my life anymore. And trying to maintain any semblance of friendship with him is pointless...not that he's not worth it, but we've proven over and over again that we can't just be friends. It's a losing battle. So I gave up and I've been trying to let go.
And I realized this weekend, when I was home, that it'll take years, like it did the first time around, for me to move on.
Why can't I be normal and meet someone else or just forget already.
I frustrate myself beyond explanation.
1 comment:
Okay, I don't know who you are, so stop already.
Your apology was nice, if it was real, but this is not an appropriate space for anyone to set up a platform for anything.
I was trying to be nice, but now, it's just annoying to me and everyone I do know who reads this.
Thank you.
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