It's been a good week. I made myself a promise last week. Every time I think about you. Every time I want to text you...I write something instead. Maybe a poem, maybe a few lines in the notebook I keep in my purse, or just a one liner. Maybe even a chapter in my book. Anything to divert me from texting you, and I did so in hopes it would help me stop thinking about you, too. Though I've come to understand that only time will stop that...or maybe that really hot guy who asked me out on Friday. Okay...time. It'll be time. But the hot guy has the potential to be a decent distraction at moments. Just sayin'...
I did realized some things by making myself adhere to the little "writing exercise" though. I'm getting over it. Over you. Slowly. But I can see the change. I can talk about you and our relationship now without getting that distant, wistful undertone in my words. Wicked step-mommy pointed it out yesterday. BFF made mention the day before. So...proves it isn't just my imagination.
Doesn't mean I don't miss you. I still do.
But I'm getting to a point that I miss what I thought we had too. And I really want that...with someone. So...here I go. Walking toward new doors to open. Moving right along.
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