Facing The Music

And now it's time for the hard part.

I have to get over it. The one thing I like about blogs is I get to talk about things without actually talking about it...so here goes....

So I have to get over it. I don't think I've ever felt this lost about a situation. I know what I have to do but I honestly don't want to do it. I don't want to forget about how good he was to me, I don't want to forget about the amazing dinners, the little jokes, waking up wrapped in his arms, or him wrapped in mine. I had never, out of all the men I've been with, felt so lucky to have a guy.

He wasn't loaded with money, he didn't have a super nice car, he didn't have a 3 story house, all he had to offer was himself (or so I thought) and I was completely happy with that. Our relationship wasn't long enough to have too many bad memories. All I catch myself thinking about is walking hand in hand with him and how I need to let that hand go...It's over...I need to stop pushing myself closer to the deep end of the pool. But instead I check my phone to see if I missed a text or something, wondering, I usually would've gotten a text from him by now.

I feel so pathetic, if anyone's good at get over something we all know I am the Queen at that. But I'm getting pulled deep here, and I'm missing the fresh air. Why wasn't there a life-guard to stop me from getting so deep.

I promise that this will be one of my last sappy depressing blogs.