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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