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Gotta keep your heads up… gotta keep your feet down…

I’m still dealing with my breakup. I mean, of course I am.

We’ve had some… “relapses.” We’ve pretty much stayed in contact and it’s been very friendly – which makes sense because at the root of it all, we are great friends. But some of our communication has been, well, reaaaallly friendly. We’ve begun to blur the lines and while I love how it feels, I know it’s wrong and I have been left more confused than ever.

I have been pretty devastated through all this. Seeing him again and being back in contact makes me feel better. But I’ve been kidding myself. Getting just scraps of what I really want is fine for the moment, but it’s not going to last and it’s setting me up to feel even worse.

I had a moment this week where I realized I would never be to him what he is to me. And drunkenly told him this. I know he cares about me and has fun with me… but if I were enough for him, there would be no question. He would be with me. And the more I casually hang around him, the more I lose hope.

So, we’re going to take some time and space (which was kind of the original plan). And this sucks. I feel like crap. I feel hopeless. I’m back to devastated. But here’s the thing. I process things fairly quickly. I’ll admit that back when he broke things off before, I was out of my mind. I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt so brokenhearted. But within a week or 2 things were better. I wasn’t crying uncontrollably and I was keeping myself busy and feeling positive about the future.

Thinking about sitting at home this evening made me almost sick to my stomach. I could sit here and stew in my misery. Or I could go out and cry in my beer with a friend. Or I can just go out on my own and enjoy myself. Going for option C.

I don’t know what tomorrow brings. I don’t know if I’ll be happy. I don’t know if I’ll find someone like him any time soon – or ever. I just don’t know. But I need to be ok with that. And throw all this energy into positive things… like writing… and training for my half marathon… and fostering old and new friendships.

I know many of you who read have experienced similar situations… what worked for you? Any great stories? I’d love to hear in the comments!

Blog song title: “Keep Your Head Up” by Cults


When it’s over…

I got dumped last night.

We’d only been together for a few short months, but he was amazing. We were amazing. Sure, we had some troubles – nothing is perfect. But he made me happy… happier than I have been in a long time.

I’m not going to get into the details… the whys, the hows. I’ll just say that it was pretty amicable. It was less a break up and more a parting of ways. And only when I hugged him as we said goodbye did I realize it was over. That was when the tears came.

I have to tell you, walking 4 blocks down 14th Street in New York while crying is a pretty surreal feeling. Or maybe just the fact that this relationship that made me so happy was over was the surreal part. But as I walked, and cried, I had about a million thoughts go through my head.

I wasn’t angry – how could I be? He didn’t do anything bad. I was filled with regret. What could I have said? What could I have done? And then I started to think about all the things we never did together… we didn’t watch Star Wars, we didn’t play softball, we didn’t take a trip, we didn’t go dancing, we didn’t spend the whole weekend just lost in bed and each other.

Right now I’m missing this incredible person that I got to know and adore the last few months. It hasn’t been 24 hours but I miss him. I miss seeing him. I miss having drinks with him. I miss riding the subway with him and playing 2048 on my phone to make the ride go faster. I miss talking to him about baseball and New York and surfers vs. snowboarders and Taco Bell and basketball standings and Star Wars theories and female street harassment and Batman/Superman theories and music and California and writing and sex and people and dogs and whatever the fuck else we want to talk about. He’s been my favorite person to be around these past few months. And he’s the only one I want to talk to about this.

I’ve had this incredible urge to fight for him. I want to demand that he give us another chance. Neither of us did anything wrong. Our relationship wasn’t broken. He just had doubts and I have to respect that.  I’m reminded of that old “if you love someone, set them free” saying. Now I never threw the L word out there with him, but I think the concept applies here. As much as it hurts, I have to let him go.

 

 

Blog song title: That stupid Sugar Ray song… and I don’t feel like looking it up… forgive me.


I’d like to think I’m the mess you’d wear with pride…

I mentioned previously that I think I know what I want when it comes to dating. I say that I think I know because it changes a bit day to day. Overall, I know I want a connection… I want to be close to someone and I want someone to be close to me. Being ready for this, however, is a whole different story.

A few weeks back I met a guy on the street… literally. His name was Mike and he was drunk and adorable and aggressively (in a cute way) hitting on me. I gave him my number and headed home. He texted me immediately and wanted to see me. He was in town for the weekend (from California- ha) so I said what the hell. He came over and we started fooling around. Mid-makeout he stopped and asked me if I believed in love. It was asked out of pure curiosity… but I couldn’t help but be thrown. Suddenly I found myself choking back tears. I really didn’t know what to say. Love has evaded me for quite some time and I felt my pessimism creeping in at this moment. He saw this and declared that believing in love is the most important thing. We ended up laying there and having a really fantastic and honest talk about love.

As I walked him to the train, I told him how glad I was that I met him. He returned the sentiment and asked if we could stay in touch. And we have- just sending encouraging text messages to each other from time to time. It’s nice to have someone out there in the universe who is rooting for me to root for love.

Also, throughout this process (the process being me moving on from a broken heart and figuring out what I want) I met someone through a friend who has been a surprising and positive force in my life. We’ve only hung out a couple of times, but he’s had quite the impact on me. He’s always building me up and reminding me that I’m an interesting person. He encourages me… not just to find love, but also to make something of this writing thing. The last time I saw him, I made sure to tell him how grateful I was for his friendship.

For some reason, when I think about these people and their kindnesses… I get a bit misty. I’d like to think that the love coming my way is so wonderful that I’m overwhelmed with emotion… but it’s more that I feel uncomfortable and somehow undeserving of this positivity. It’s strange- I’m a pretty confident gal. I know what I have to offer… and yet, I’ve gotten into a habit of finding men who are only interested in one thing (what am I? 16?)… so when I’m around these guys who genuinely care about what I have to say, I’m a bit out of my element. Like, oh yeah… remember how awesome I am? Well, other people are seeing it too…

Look, I know I’m a damn mess… and having these guys in my life is not just a reminder to me that there are actually good guys in the world… but that I’m worth all the love they are willing to give.

 

Blog song title: “I Go to the Barn Because I Like The” by Band of Horses


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