All good things must come to an end.
Late Saturday night, Dylan and I decided to call it quits. We came to many realizations including, but not limited to the fact that we feel we are in competition with eachother, and that we are going in different directions at the moment, trying to pull eachother the same way, but it resulting in more strife than is necessary. In order to save our friendship, we split up. We will remain close friends, but alas we are both single again.
I have mixed feelings on this whole "being single," thing. I'm a little relieved because I've been having these thoughts for quite some time, but also I'm devistated that I still can't get a relationship to work. I don't remember how to be single, it's been so long. And if memory serves me correctly, I was never that good at it. 1 year, 4 months, and 2 days was how long we were together. Good run I suppose, and definately the most satisfying I've accomplished. There were a lot of firsts with him, and none of them will I ever regret.
We have both grown so much in the past year+ that there is no room for regrets. We still love each other as much as two people can love eachother, it just doesn't work when they can't get along. Perhaps later in life we will be on the same path again, and will be able to make it work; but for now... just friends.
I spent all day yesterday crying and wallowing in my sorrows, and will probably spend some of today doing the same. It will cease eventually. The tears will be less and less, and the pain will be swallowed down deep inside where all my painful memories eventually reside. I will be ok soon enough. Until then, I just need to keep truckin'.
So this is me.... truckin'.
I have mixed feelings on this whole "being single," thing. I'm a little relieved because I've been having these thoughts for quite some time, but also I'm devistated that I still can't get a relationship to work. I don't remember how to be single, it's been so long. And if memory serves me correctly, I was never that good at it. 1 year, 4 months, and 2 days was how long we were together. Good run I suppose, and definately the most satisfying I've accomplished. There were a lot of firsts with him, and none of them will I ever regret.
We have both grown so much in the past year+ that there is no room for regrets. We still love each other as much as two people can love eachother, it just doesn't work when they can't get along. Perhaps later in life we will be on the same path again, and will be able to make it work; but for now... just friends.
I spent all day yesterday crying and wallowing in my sorrows, and will probably spend some of today doing the same. It will cease eventually. The tears will be less and less, and the pain will be swallowed down deep inside where all my painful memories eventually reside. I will be ok soon enough. Until then, I just need to keep truckin'.
So this is me.... truckin'.