It took me such a long time, but everything has finally fallen into place. The memories I had of him were all memories of when we were going out, when I thought I was in love. All I had now were memories. There was just one thing.
Every memory I had only caused me pain to think about.
Simple solution, right?
Just don’t think about it.
But.
How could you not think about it if it was what made you happy? If it was the best few months of your life, wouldn’t you want to remember?
Oh, and what sucked the most?
The ring he gave me for my last birthday?
Unhealthily attatched to it!
Sure, I tried to take it off. I went a good three seconds before hyperventilating and putting it back on my finger.
I needed to move on. I needed to just forget him, because I was dying inside.There was just one problem.
I needed him to breath. Without him, I felt so wrong!
Every memory that once made me smile now caused the pain in my chest. I needed to move on.
This was surely not healthy for me.
Or for anyone..