It’s such a strange feeling to look at someone you’ve known for years, and who you dated for years and feel like a complete stranger even though the two of you still talk (however briefly); and know you have both moved on completely.
I don’t really know why I’m writing this. Maybe it’s the pictures I see on FB or the fact that our 8 year anniversary would be coming up next week. It just feels strange. It took forever to move on from him and a lot, A LOT of failed relationships and attempts to get over him. It was like it could never happen and I honestly thought it never would happen. I was always looking for him in the people I dated.
I will always love him. He was the first person I ever loved and he taught me a lot about myself. He helped me to be okay with myself and get over my insecurities, and he came at a time in my life where I was so, so lost. I was seriously pathetically lost. He turned me around and turned me into who I am today. For better or for worse. Mostly better.
I guess it’s just nice to be able to see you happy and in love with someone else and be happy for you instead of jealous and depressed. I guess that’s where I am going with this.
Oye. Stopping this now. It’s retarded. Why do I let myself write shit like this out?
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daidenied said:
/squeeze/ Because your intentions are good, and for better or worse, you’re still trying to put things together in the right way for yourself, too. You’re doing great, so great, don’t get down on yourself. <3
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