I remember breaking up with an ex and having a much tougher time getting over it than I expected. In my heart, I knew it was the right thing to do. I remember feeling almost free at the thought of not being with this person anymore but my head did not catch up so quickly.
|NYE, in happier times|
But mostly I wondered if I were still lovable and whether or not I would ever find someone who loved me as much as he did.
A breakup is like a death, one day that person is in your life and then one day they're not. You're left with the shadows of memories haunting you at every corner, every place you ever went to together, every song you both liked to dance to, and especially in your dreams.
Am I the only one who finds sleeping worse than being awake during a breakup?
|Pretending to be happy|
|The very day B first texted me...he had no idea I was out in this outfit.|