Gone daddy gone, the love is gone.
My relationship (such as it was) just ended. It is always hard when you find out you aren't as wonderful as someone initially thought you were. Despite the brain dead premise of the relationship(for those who don't know it was a tremendously long distance relationship that lasted a year and a half) I was thoroughly dedicated to it. The most committed I've ever been to anyone. I'm not one of those people who moons over someone for too long or thinks the world is ending when they break up. I never defined myself by my romantic relationships. Some have interpreted this as a fear of commitment. I don't. I'm just think I'm a difficult person to deal with.
I'm still friends with a majority of my exes and this is not going to be different, I'm sure. I won't look back with bitterness and envy or jealousy(or if I do, It'll be my problem to deal with privately alone not something I inflict on others) This relationship passing will be remembered instead like a family member who I was close to who died. I'll remember it with sadness that it couldn't last, and joy for all the memories I have of it, all at once. I loved this girl with great abandon and I knew out the gate it was a tremendous risk. For the time it lasted it was worth all the heartache. I'd do it all again in a second.
I'm still friends with a majority of my exes and this is not going to be different, I'm sure. I won't look back with bitterness and envy or jealousy(or if I do, It'll be my problem to deal with privately alone not something I inflict on others) This relationship passing will be remembered instead like a family member who I was close to who died. I'll remember it with sadness that it couldn't last, and joy for all the memories I have of it, all at once. I loved this girl with great abandon and I knew out the gate it was a tremendous risk. For the time it lasted it was worth all the heartache. I'd do it all again in a second.