Homesick Bound

There's no way of knowing how things are right now, and I truly believe that the saying holds true that things are going to get a lot worse, before they got worse. As I look back on this whole ordeal, I found, grew,loved, and lost-all in the course of 5 months. Granted we've had a history of knowing each other, but strictly speaking 5 months was when it all happened. I don't know when he finally made the decision that he didn't want to date me anymore. I suppose if you hear it from his side, you'll see the signs lit up like the Vegas strip, that it would be impossible to miss. But I must say that I have been to Vegas, and have definitely overlooked aspects, no matter how flashy they are.

This reminds me of a time I overhead a divorce attorney talking on the metro. She said, "If you really want to get to know someone, you have to divorce them". Of course, I've just lost a boyfriend and not a husband, but I would say if you want to stop knowing someone then obviously you break up with them, or in the attorney's case divorce them. Because this is what it feels like. Granted we're not splitting up weekends with the kids, deciding who gets the crystal vase, or the house in Maine, but all the same I think we both managed to shock each other by how swiftly we went from being people who knew each other best in the world to being a pair of the most mutually incompressible strangers who ever lived. And the funny thing is we both ended up doing something the other person thought would be impossible in a million years,; him leaving me,and me imagining it would be so difficult to let him go.