Ok, normally I'm far too wordy with my posts... this one is easy.
The past couple days my posts have been hyper-logical concerning relationships. I'd reduce it down to numbers and equations, doing my best to look at it from as unemotional a viewpoint as I could.
I broke up with my girl exactly one week ago.
For months I had grown malcontent b/c she seemed materialistic. And she never seemed to want to DO anything for me, even though I did my best to draw blood from stone for her. And while I try to be the most open-minded person I can be, she always seemed so close-minded. We couldn't carry on a solid debate b/c she'd get so bogged down in the small details. And she liked Cartoon Network while I liked Fox News. She could talk for
hours about the stupidest crap. And all my friends told me that I deserved "better".
But. After being together for EVERY waking moment... after just one week of isolation... I find myself in a strange place. I miss her. I mean, I was so
sure a week ago. I delivered the breakup in a cool, unemotional manner.
But now...
I mean I know... I know with
100% certainty that this girl loved me. How often do you find that? While she was pretty, she was never the prettiest girl. But after we'd been together I
saw a different person. And when I talked she actually
listened to what I had to say. She'd gotten to the point where she was closer to my family than *I* was. She was willing to sacrifice any and every thing for me.
Did I make a mistake?
