…and then pray for some sort of a miracle to help you regain the strength to
get super in shape and make the bastard eat his heart out understand that what happened is for the best. But what about when you have dictated to yourself time and time again the contents of conversation that presented itself that one, upsetting afternoon, and the only rational conclusion you can reach is that it shouldn’t have happened? That it was your stubborn response against his honest concern, and somehow, in an attempt to remain calm, collected, and in control, you have successfully managed to calmly, collectedly and controllably end something that was, in its potential and entirety, too good to be over?
Here’s what you do. You pick yourself up where you left off; somewhere in between the honeymoon stage and the unchartered territory of a more comfortable and beautiful place with a person you were growing to , dare I say, love; and you make something familiar your own.
Like my neighbor’s child Like a classic