Because of >__________<(reasons), I cannot stop thinking about my ex. It’s been at least six months since our five year union (longer than some marriages!) ended. But I still miss him every day.
Aside from, “check your mailbox [for the apartment keys],” the last words I received from him were, “leave me alone.”
I am taking him at his word.
I thanked him for FINALLY returning the keys AND bid him adieu in my reply message telling him all I was trying to do was leave him alone after I got my keys back.
I am keeping my word.
No contact since then.
I would ask all of my male friends, “he really means he wants me to leave him alone for good, right?” But, I know the answer.
So I guess I _____ here, alone, thinking about him way too much, and missing the way it used to be.
Thanks a lot, Matt Nathanson.
“Used to be,” is my every moment.
I have a lot of things going for me right now. But making myself happy by making my mate happy isn’t one of them. We REALLY can’t have it all.