Is not like I've forgotten, life just gets in the way.
I had a break up that not only ended my relationship with someone, it also broke my heart, damage a part of me. It was not my boyfriend, it was not my best friend, just a simple guy that became too much in a small amount of time. The truth is I was expecting it from a long time ago, but when it actually happened I did not know what to do, how to act or even if I could still see him walking around the same city.
It all started the day we met, I won't lie and say we instantly conect, but we did saw something in each other. He and I, both of us, felt like we could be just us and that's what we did. I can honestly say that in less that a month we were friends, we would spend all of our free time together and that felt pretty cool. Dinners, meals, breakfast, movies, ice cream, we did everything.
I won't say his name and I won't blame it on him, that would be just selfish and I don't want that.The official story is that we just started to get tired of each other, but the truth is we were getting way to close, and he decided it was better to walk away. Maybe he did the best thing, he saved us the effort and the "we're just friends" talk, which broke me a little but it also made me feel relief.
This happened more than once, I would consider that as a really stupid way of having a relationship, but when it comes to him, it was never enough. He made me think I was wrong, I was acting like a child, imagining things and pretending to be more worried about the entire situation.
To make this story shorter, I'll just say a couple of things... We kiss, we huged, we ate, we talked, we even cooked together more than once but still we just weren't meant to be. Not a couple, not friends, just two weird people pretending to be fine.
The day we stopped talking, we said things, we didn't care about the other, we were stupid. He became a dream, and I didn't wanted to wake up. Sadly we never really had the time to fix what was fixable and things stayed broken. I remember watching him passing right next to me and feel the need to talk to him but my pride was stronger and I didn't say a word, that was probably one of the hardest things I've ever done.
Finally the day arrived, the last day ... I wanted to be there, but he wasn't worth it, I decided not to see him and I don't know if I'm ok with my decision. He was important in a way that not a lot of people is, and now we can't even stand each other.
He was after all, one of my hardest goodbyes.
