A canon event in everybody’s life
We all meet that one specific person who changes everything and then somehow they’re gone, don’t we?
I definitely won’t be telling you how to move on because that’s something I couldn’t do either.
It wasn’t a relationship, not even a situationship, just something we would call a “friendship.” But there was just something more to it. We would share our most embarrassing moments without the fear of being judged. We would give each other random updates about what was going on or what we were doing at the moment. It all just felt so natural, and it was probably the happiest time of my life.
It’s been a while since I’ve talked to them, heard their voice, or even seen their face, yet somehow I keep finding myself thinking about them in the strangest places and at the strangest times. Like when I’m having fun, or even when I’m just talking to my mom. Sometimes, in my dreams too. Quite odd, isn’t it?
It gets really exhausting sometimes. Like, I swear I don’t want to think about YOU, but your thought keeps finding its way back to me.
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At times, I feel like reaching out to them, but then I get scared that maybe they won’t respond. It’s just that my life feels so empty, like somebody took a huge piece out of a puzzle. But I was the very person who took that piece out.
I know this might sound dumb, but I was trying to protect my peace. Despite all the happiness, I would get sad over the smallest things. It’s like they had a hold of me, and somehow, they still do. Just a small part of me, I guess.
Every time I would try to give myself a wake-up call, a tarot lady would pop up on my feed and I’d get delusional about the whole situation again. PLEASE TELL ME THIS HAS HAPPENED TO YOU ALL
Well, I’m somewhat glad I had the courage to let them go. I may not have been very happy since then, but I assure you, I would’ve been in a much worse situation if I hadn’t cut them off. So if you’re reading this, MAYBE this is a sign….
I still can’t tell what kind of feelings those were. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t platonic. I just don’t have a name for it yet.
And to be honest, if I were given the choice, I’d definitely meet them again and do the same things all over.
I’m just a dumb human with a lot of love to give after all.
