It's been 1 year since we've been broken up. I often wonder if I will ever get the truth from you to these questions :
a) Did you find someone else while we were on long distance for 2 years?
b) When did you stop loving me?
c) What made you realise that you wanted to leave me?
d) Do you regret dumping me?
I am ANGRY at you because you....
a) Threw away a wonderful, adventurous, passionate, humorous 6 year relationship. Yes, we had some tough times during the last 2 years of our relationship bc those last 2 years were long distance...but we were at the end of the tunnel! We could finally see the light and just when I was about to file the papers to be in YOUR country, you dump me.
b) You never told me the truth of what you really wanted even though I kept on prodding you to tell me what it is you wanted so I could give it to you.
c) You led me on for those last 2 years....until you could feel brave enough ( or possibly find someone else ) to leave me.
d) You just blamed me. Even your last letter to me was full of blame for me...but NOT ONCE did you ever acknowledge that you did the above things ( see a, b, c ).
Despite the anger and pain, I am NOT over you because....
a) The relationship..you and I...as a whole was very beautiful. Truly. If everyone else saw it...but you...then it must be real, right?
b) You did love me truly and deeply for a long time in that relationship. It was the warmest, most enveloping, secure phenomenon I have ever felt.
c) Despite all your flaws, shortcomings...YOU are beautiful, inside and out.
I WANT to get over you because...
I want to be happy again. That's it. I just want to be happy again in the same way that you are probably happy now.
It's sad how we used to lie in bed, naked and just stare at each other for hours that seemed only like minutes. Completely lost in each other, in every single way. That tiny apartment in that country we lived in became this intense bubble of existence where only you and I existed and no one else....to what we are now...strangers who don't talk at all. I am forgetting your face. I am starting to forget how you smelled. I am starting to forget how you feel when you wrapped me in your arms every night before we went to bed and wake up, with you still hugging me. You are becoming a blurred memory which brings me sadness and happiness at the same time.