A few days ago was the first six months of the break-up; the first six months of singlehood. Initially I wanted to do this post on the exact day but obviously I've been putting it off. I don't really know what exactly I want to write about but I just know that I want to write a six-months post. Like a reflection post, something I can come back to look at in the future days.
It's funny. You can spend years with a person, get to know them in and out, and the moment of separation, they become a stranger. When I think about Herman and I, I just think about how sad it is that we don't even talk anymore. We're on good terms, when we see each other, we can talk or laugh or whatever, but when I think about it, we're not even really friends. More like acquaintances now. This person that I used to talk to everyday, every few hours, see at least three days a week, spend hours with, is now just...another person to me. This person that I loved for three years+ is now honestly...nothing to me.
Seems kind of crazy how that one night was six months ago. Even though I'm more than over it, I can still feel the feelings I went through during that time. I remember going out all the time just to simply forget my pain. I remember sitting in my car and crying. Whenever I was alone, I was either crying or trying to keep it together. At least I didn't have to go through it alone. I really believe that God gave me Steph to help me pull through the break-up. Having Pumpkin was also a super good distraction for me.
Anyway, the six month period is over, but that doesn't mean I still don't remember everything, I still recognize every 10th of the month (and not to mention, the 20th of the month). Even though I lost someone that knew me in and out, it all worked out for the best. I'm happy.
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