Dec 16, 2008 13:01
Today, I said my farewell. It hurt to do so, but at least it's over. We had a brief talk and agreed it was the best thing to do. I told him that it's not his fault--it never was--and that it's actually mine. Don' get me wrong, I'll treasure the past three months. My feelings for him haven't changed at all. I still love him with every fiber of my being. It's because I love him that I've decided to let him go.
If you've read my previous posts about mirrors and such, you'll know why. I look at him and I see nothing. It's either we're too similar or never had the chance to see what seperates us from each other. I think I dived in, heart first, without knowing who I am or what to expect from myself. This is what needs to be sorted out before I even consider pursuing another relationship. After today, I feel one step closer to home.
There was also something else concerning us. We're not going to stop being friends. I think the desire to take a break from each other was mutual. Who knows, maybe in a few weeks or month--years, perhaps--we'll look each other up again. Then again, it may be never.
I don't feel as empty anymore, even though I let a part of me fall away.