I have had my fair share of heartbreaks over my 22 years of love. You know it first starts with the heartbreak of having to share your favorite barbie doll that’s hair changes from a hot pink to a calm lavender color in the water and whose name is Emma Lynn (just theoretically speaking of course). Then you gradually move up to the days of heartbreak from stupid boys who have no regards for your heart at all.
But it was not till year 22 that I experienced the worst heartbreak of them all. It’s the post grad breakup. You know… the break up that you know has been coming all of senior year and that you both have in fact agreed upon earlier in the semester. What you didn’t realize when you made that agreement 6 months ago was that you would completely fall in love with him and cry for dayz and dayz after you left him.
Why is this the worst kind of heart break you ask.
Because there is no reason for it except that you are both trying to figure out your post grad lives. You never fight and when you do you can never stay mad for more than a day. He balances you out and keeps you grounded and you bring out his wild side and keep him on his toes.
You are in fact perfect for each other, but life is for some reason pushing you apart.
This is what I am currently dealing with and doing a horrible job at it I must say (tissues and chocolate are currently my best friend). See normally I would turn on some T-Sweezy, built a bridge and get over it as discussed in one of my previous posts (Heartbreak Hangover), but I have no anger towards him and no want to get over it. All I have is a need to curl up in bed next to him with a Cookout milkshake (Oreo Cheesecake to be exact) and Netflix and to let him tell me that everything is going to be okay.
I guess I will just continue to take one day at a time and keep all my fingers (and toes) crossed with hopes that life will lead us back to one another… sooner than later… cause this truly is the worst kind of heartbreak I have ever felt.
xoxo,
That girl.
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