Me?

Now, you've probably come to the end of your tether when it comes to me bleating on about now I'm independent and happy being single and whatever but here's just a little story. 

So, if you look back about 7 months on my blip you will see I had a boyfriend. This was all peaches and cream and the time and when he dumped me I was seriously heart broken and labelled him 'the one that got away' and for so so long I couldn't fathom why he would leave me. We were perfect, right? 

Well, no. Not even close. Some how the brain is very good at closing situations out when it comes to things. I can remember staying up late crying in his arms because I couldn't understand how much my life had changed. Basically, as much as this seems cliche, he was a rebound. No, not the kind that just sleeps with someone and that's it. I didn't use him, I didn't even need a rebound. It just happened. I fell out of my long term relationship and into his arms.

This boy had somehow taken me through what can only be described as the transition into discovering who I am. He became my therapist for 6 solid months as I detoxed my previous four year boyfriend. It took me so long to figure out why and how he could of left me, and only now do I see is that well- it was never meant to be. It was a one time type of deal sort of like having a crash course in moving on with your life. 

I bring this up because it's been a year since we met and I still haven't seen him, so I can only assume he was a blessing to show me where I had been going wrong. And if he is reading this then thank you, for being what I needed. 




Happy Blipping.