Gone For Good
So she's leaving. For good.
Not a surprise, she's wanted to leave here for a long time. She tried transfer to Texas, then Canada, and it fell through. Not this time. She's moving to Florida for work and leaving me behind.
To be fair, she's never beat around the bush, or spend time stringing me along, nothing like that (others have, but that's another story). As much as I don't like it, at least she's always been honest and blunt. It's not her fault that I fell so hard as I did for her.
I always held out hope that things would work out between her and I. And I guess that's why they call people like me "hopeless" romantics. It may be easy for others to just get over it at the drop of a hat and just move on, but I can't do that. I've really been able to. This time, I'm going to have to force myself to at least move on somehow. I'll never get over her, no matter what happens.
This is when I appreciate having friends that I can chat with, a counselor I can vent to and get advice from, a blog to write out my feelings, more drinks to help numb the emotional heartache, and having more miles in front of me to run.
The happiest times of my life were spent with her. That's not easy to get over, but I'm going to have to try.
Not a surprise, she's wanted to leave here for a long time. She tried transfer to Texas, then Canada, and it fell through. Not this time. She's moving to Florida for work and leaving me behind.
To be fair, she's never beat around the bush, or spend time stringing me along, nothing like that (others have, but that's another story). As much as I don't like it, at least she's always been honest and blunt. It's not her fault that I fell so hard as I did for her.
I always held out hope that things would work out between her and I. And I guess that's why they call people like me "hopeless" romantics. It may be easy for others to just get over it at the drop of a hat and just move on, but I can't do that. I've really been able to. This time, I'm going to have to force myself to at least move on somehow. I'll never get over her, no matter what happens.
This is when I appreciate having friends that I can chat with, a counselor I can vent to and get advice from, a blog to write out my feelings, more drinks to help numb the emotional heartache, and having more miles in front of me to run.
The happiest times of my life were spent with her. That's not easy to get over, but I'm going to have to try.