Ten months later and I’m still not over her. I never imagined myself saying this, but I regret ever knowing her.
Part of me wants to meet new people, but a larger part of me says HELL NO, and shuts down. I feel ruined.
Maybe when I’m finally able to move on I’ll be able to appreciate my time with her. But right now I can only view it as an obstacle to future happiness.
I was supposed to go on a date yesterday. They were someone I clicked with, someone I could see myself falling for. So I canceled it. The fear I felt was overwhelming. It was a relief to cancel. I have a date with someone else scheduled for Wednesday night. Pretty sure I’ll bow out of that one, too.
Finding good reasons to get out of bed these days is difficult.