Life After True Love

Life After True Love

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I was never the type of person to feel like it was okay to sit and pine away for something I had no control over. I'd had my share of break ups, whether they were my idea or the other person's. I never really had a hard time getting over them. As terrible as it sounds, it was true. There was never that "crazy ex-girlfriend" phase of Instagram stalking, or tweet watching, and definitely no driving around the block to see who was at their house. I mean sure, I was probably sad about it at one time or another, but within at least a month or so I was over it and either content alone or finding someone new. Did that make me a bad person? Maybe. Was I sometimes dissatisfied with my own relationship choices? Sure...but what was the use? Why waste time trying to get something back that clearly wasn't meant to be anyway? I guess, the way I saw it was if I was with someone, and a break up happened, then it was supposed to and fighting to reverse the break up was fighting against the universe basically telling me, "hey, that person isn't right for you, and you aren't right for that person." Some of those relationships took longer to get over, but I had never experienced any feeling of thinking I would never find someone better...until I lost him. One stupid mistake cost me him. This isn't a story about how I got him back, it's a story about how I learned to live without him.
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Meeting him again wasn't the plan. Breaking apart wasn't the plan. Being consumed by my sadness and pain wasn't the plan and yet, I went with it. But now, I couldn't take it. I changed, for the better or the worse is up to you to decide, but I knew I changed. So I wasn't going to beg to his feet. I wasn't going to follow after him like some sick little puppy. No, if he wanted me to do that, then he could go and shove his problems down a juice box and suck them. " Come on, let's fall in love all over again." " So you can break my heart all over again?" ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- Beautiful things were hard to come by. Hard to find, hard to see and hard to savour. That's why I cherish beautiful things, because soon, like many things, they fade away. *Click* another picture for another rainy day. *Click* another picture to treasure on a sentimental moment. *Click* another picture to show her. Many teased me for being a guy who liked beautiful things, but she didn't. She didn't judge like those adults at my parents' social parties. She had captured me with a simple click of a camera and a smile my way. " I swear, you love that camera more than me." " Never." ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- AUTHOR'S NOTE- So if any of you haven't noticed, I've decided to make this a short stories about small romances. The sad, the wonderful, the odd, the great. Everything I can really think about would be in here. I'm also going to continue this up to 100 chapters, which is a small goal of mine I guess. So let's see how many chapters we can get to ☺️.

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