Just knowing that something has ended is more than enough to make you wake up at the wrong side of your bed and make you feel all the unnecessary pain that wasn’t there when it actually happened. I couldn’t help but think that in all my failed relationships, the common factor was me. It hurts all the more to know that at one point, I was happy and that the happiness I felt ended or is at least not in the same level as it was before. Relationships are always complicated; you feel all these emotions ganging up on you like it’s the last time you can be bullied. I get asked if I am fine and I honestly say that I am. I have no other option but to be fine. It was a decision that had to be made despite all the cons. It was definitely for the best. We should quit while we’re ahead.
So I’m back to zero, back to where I started, with all the optimism that I can muster at this point. After all, we both deserve to be loved the way we imagined it to be, but more importantly, we deserve to be able to give all the love we have to someone who can bring out that drive to love in us. I am thankful, relieved and well, hopeful that in one way or the other we have learned from the experience and we will look back not with regret but with a smile that says, “We didn’t waste each other’s time.” Because while we were together, all the time spent were worth the things that we did and felt.
We will be fine. We have to be. I am... "really."