I cried for almost a week. I cried talking to him. I cried driving on my way home from work. I cried while I was at work, in front of the computer. It was bad that I had to rush to the bathroom embarrassed that my boss would see me sobbing in the middle of my workload. I cried under the comfort of my sheets at night. I cried when no one was looking.
But that was three weeks ago.
I’m definitely not mad at anyone. I don’t feel any sense of anger. I didn’t lock myself in a room and drown in sorrow. It wasn’t an episode of misery. Disappointment should be more fitting. I expected too much from a guy I thought I knew completely.
Out of nowhere, things went out of hand and we ended up falling apart. It all happened too fast which also made me snap out of it quickly.
People think I’m devastated and severely depressed. But worry not my friends. Yes, I am definitely sad that it had to end. We had a wonderful relationship together. We never fought. We were so easy. Everything was smooth, for the most part. But then I guess that’s why we had to part ways. We just grew so comfortable with each other that we forgot to think about our goals outside the relationship, our individual dreams.
I guess it’s just not meant to be.
And breaking up was bound to happen even after two years of being together.
I have no regrets, I was happy. And loving is and will always be a beautiful feeling.
But at the moment, all I know is that I’m excited for a whole new life I’m feeling. It’s a relief not to be dependent on someone anymore. I’m looking forward to the future surprises life will throw at me especially now that I’m entering one of its greatest chapters: adulthood.
I’m absolutely ready to kick butts. If love comes into the picture again, I’d still accept it with open arms.
