I had a GREAAATTTTTTTT weekend!!!
Hahaha, so happy now. Don't ask me why cause I don't even know why myself.
*ninja turtle hopping around madly*
Someone hit me on the head right now.
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This is the last blog I'm going to write about the relationship I had for the last 5 years. Kinda sad huh? But I think everything I need to say can be said here. I might reminisce in the future, but that's just memories.
It's been 4 weeks.
What a whole lot of change.
You know those articles that tell you how to deal with a breakup. The different post-breakup stages you would go through. Well I don't remember much about them.
But in the past weeks, there were many times I felt like I was watching myself going through the emotions that rush into my mind. Like a passive observer standing across the street.
I would feel sad. And then I would think to myself: "look I'm sad now. Well, that's right. I should be sad". And I would encourage myself to just let everything sink in. Until I don't feel like feeling sad anymore.
Sometimes I would be happy. Relieved maybe. Or anticipation for the unknown future. One of those, I don't know. I might feel a little upset. But I have not, surprisingly, felt angry. Maybe it was because I had expected it. Maybe because it wasn't a complete surprise. I don't know. Who knows? Good though, no anger means no dead cells.
I'm the kind of person who wants to go through everything quickly. By week 2, I thought to myself, "Ok, hurry up and finish feeling sad. You know you can't wait to see the new life you are going to have. Get over it already."
But then I figured, "you know what, 5 years is a whole lot of my life. Almost 20%". (Stop trying to figure out how old I am right now!) So I decided that I would give myself a few months to get over it.
I wasn't used to the change. He's been a big part of my life for so long. My cousin said that studies have shown that doing something continuously for 21 days would make it a habit. So all I needed was 3 weeks. I wasn't sure about that. Felt like I was trying to get over a drug addiction or something. NOT THAT I HAVE EVER DONE DRUGS BEFORE. I'm just saying
felt like, as in what I think getting over drug addictions would be like.
And now it's week 4. And I don't think about him day and night anymore. I'm genuinely happy. I think about other people. And it's making me confused. Because aren't I supposed to be sad still? How could I get over a 5-year relationship so easily? I was worried and guilty, am I really as detached and cold as I always feared I was?
Today, I have nothing to worry about anymore. He's happy, or at least he's found his happiness his way. There is no turning back, and as much as I claimed the same since week 1, today I truly think there is no turning back. And we don't have to turn back. We can just keep walking ahead. Maybe our paths are no longer the same, but at least they cross every now and then.
Would you, the outsider, believe me if I said I just want to be good friends from now on? Would you think I meant it? Or would you think that I am holding on to the faint glimmer of hope that someday we would get back together again?
I believe myself. And I believe him.
Plus you know that fun in the beginning? When you are not sure if he likes you or not. And if you like him or not. When you two are playing hide and seek. Well...... I just remembered. :D