It’s amazing how something that started out so well can completely dissolve in hardly no time at all. The worst part is when you had the majority of your time and energy invested. Then when this sudden end occurs without any explanation you’re left feeling mentally drained and emotionally vacant. Besides, you and him weren’t ever even technically “together.” You could’ve been if he would’ve managed to get his act together. However, he just tugged you along and because you liked him so much you allowed yourself to be absorbed by all the passion, fiery chemistry and endless infatuation.
I should’ve known better. I know the “honeymoon” phase doesn’t last forever. That’s precisely why it’s called a “phase.” The overwhelming excitement that infatuation provides starts almost as quickly as it ends. And, honestly, that’s usually okay because what takes its place is usually something way better.
However, in this case the infatuation was replaced by feelings of confusion and frustration. I do understand why he made the decision he did. It was a logical, considerate move on his part – he was thinking ahead to the future. Despite the considerate nature of the decision, it was his execution that killed it and made the aftermath unbearable.
It’s now been over a month since we’ve seen each other. You’d think since we were never together that it’d be easy for me to move on, but it’s proven to be nearly impossible. I can’t stop thinking about him and all the great memories we shared during our seven dates. Like any girl, I’ve always had this fantastical, ideal first date – well that was our first date! It was the date that I’d dreamed about sharing with someone. It was THAT perfect! It’s hard to believe that everything that happened between us was actually real. The magic, the sparks, the chemistry, the passion – it was all there! And now – well I’m not sure what happened. Was this whole thing just a dream? Am I just now waking up?