About three months ago, I made the decision to end my relationship.
It wasn’t healthy. No one was happy. And…let’s face it – it just was not working.
I spent a year and a half trying to find some way to make it work and I did all I could, but he did not want to put in the work.
He did not want to spend hours traveling to me. He did not want to take five minutes at night to call me. He did not want to use his breaks at work to text me “good morning” or ask my how my day is. He did not want to make me a part of his world.
It’s never easy, deciding to break up with someone. Every day I feel this hole, this unfillable void, in my life and I miss him.
I wake up and I miss him. I ride the train and I think about him. I walk to my office and my mind is flooded with memories of walking places with him. There is not a day I don’t hope and pray that he would just text me and want to work it all out – but he doesn’t.
He may not know this, but he saved my life. He helped me find myself and question the path I was on. He encouraged me to try new things; he always told me I could do anything I wanted.
Without him, I would probably still be working on my Senior Seminar British Literature term paper.
Thank you, Zack…thank you for keeping me awake that night, even though I kept taking mini naps and you would have to keep calling me. Thank you for making sure that at 3:45 AM, I woke up from my nap and finished page 6. Thank you for acting as my silent support system as I finished my final exam paper for my Literary Criticism class. You were watching the Kurt Cobain documentary, but having you next to me kept me focused because I knew that as long as you were there that I would get the paper done. Thank you for coming to my awards ceremony when we had only been dating one week.
Humbati…you oaf. xo