I said goodbye to my girlfriend today. It was the longest three days of my life. We met last April and hit it off instantly, both excited to see where we could take this relationship. Shortly thereafter we struggled. I think it was each of us adjusting to the other’s patterns and personalities. Though I wanted to give up, let go, and move on, she insisted we keep trying, and now I owe her the best times I’ve ever had. It was all going so well, and when she broke the news to me my heart shattered as it fell from my chest. The shattered pieces left a kicked groin feeling in my stomach. Disbelief and betrayal. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t believe it.
But I’m better now. I mean I still feel faint and weak kneed every now and then, but this break up is different than most. It’s difficult to explain. I’m not mad, rather happy, proud, and disappointed sure, but not with her. This time it feels different. Like somehow this wasn’t the end our relationship. Like saying goodbye was only temporary, except this time I know exactly when we start the next, more successful, chapter.
See you next April.