Part of me wishes that I could have a good cry over my breakup. I have yet to do it. I can barely shed a tear.
It has been an odd breakup. My heart is broken, but there is a strength that prevents me from going down any road of dispair.
I still think of him often. When I see a couple holding hands as they are walking somewhere, it reminds me of holding my ex-guy's hand. We were happy. It felt good.
I miss that feeling. I know it'll happen again with the right person. It's just not the right time to start a romantic relationship. I need to focus on me.
And, that's perfectly okay. For me, it feels right to go at my own pace.
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