The funniest thing is that it turned out to be easier than I fooled myself it was.
I'm in Conquista since Monday and I've seen him only once. Tonight. Not that I don't miss him, nor that I haven't called him asking him out; but as days go by and I think less of him in that way we know I shouldn't, I see how easy it is not to love him. I know everything happens at their time, but it finally feels good and liberating to really just see him as a friend. I won't rush in saying I'm cured, but the fact I'm already willing to get new men might be the prove that my heart is again ready for another heartbreak.
Oh G-d no no no you know I'm just kidding!!!
[Song: We Don't Care About The Old Folks - Peter, Bjorn and John]
2 comments:
Way to go my love.
Ho I think that indeed we are ready for more heartbreaks, to date there hasn't been one that totally destoyed us. Surviving heartbreak is yet another thing that ought to make us worthy of being alive.
P.S: I miss you too.
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