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I made the quickest post-break-up recovery in history. I had one day of wallowing (which my dad kindly interrupted by making me shovel compost...thanks Dad...sheesh, every ChickLit character gets to wallow and eat ice cream and watch stupid movies and I get to unload dirt) and then another day of feeling sort of weak and wobbly, but then I was moving on.
Eddie and I broke up on Tuesday and by Saturday we were hanging out together with friends, having a good time and planning white water rafting trips. He came to my birthday event and we still exchange msn and facebook messages, and sometimes chat on the phone. We decided to be friends, since we didn't break up because we didn't like each other, just because it wasn't going to be long term, and it was better not to get hurt (or something).
Now I'm sort of looking forward to the next adventure (and flirting a little with the OTHER hot karate guy...).
I've been dancing and planning a trip to England and Belgium and deciding what to do next with my life...I feel like I'm a bit different. The Eddie-experience was good for me. And I'm so happy we are still friends.
Eddie and I broke up on Tuesday and by Saturday we were hanging out together with friends, having a good time and planning white water rafting trips. He came to my birthday event and we still exchange msn and facebook messages, and sometimes chat on the phone. We decided to be friends, since we didn't break up because we didn't like each other, just because it wasn't going to be long term, and it was better not to get hurt (or something).
Now I'm sort of looking forward to the next adventure (and flirting a little with the OTHER hot karate guy...).
I've been dancing and planning a trip to England and Belgium and deciding what to do next with my life...I feel like I'm a bit different. The Eddie-experience was good for me. And I'm so happy we are still friends.