Eleven months ago, a girl met this guy. They went for coffee and spent time getting to know each other. She thought at first that he didn’t really like her because at the end of the date, he didn’t even walk her to her car. Turned out that he was nervous and thought that she didn’t really like him, too.
She sent him a thank you email and with that, he asked her out again. And the second date was followed by a third, a fourth, a fifth, and like they say, the rest is history.
Fast forward to six months later, everything blew up in her face. Broken and rejected, she tried to pick up the pieces of what’s left of her. Obsessively dissecting what went wrong, what she could’ve done that would’ve made a difference…. shoulda, coulda, woulda. But you see the thing was, there was no fixing it. Not when the other has already decided that it wasn’t working for him. Not when he has already made up his mind. Not when he has already given up. How can you fight against that?
A friend of hers once asked, ” Do you think he’s the ONE? “ and for a moment she was rendered speechless because she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know! How could that be??? Weren’t you supposed to know especially if you’ve been spending time together? Whatever happened to soulmates and that sort of stuff? That should’ve been her first clue… but blinded as she was, she pushed that doubt in the back of her mind.
Fast forward to present-day…. after all the dramas and after some of her friends threatened to disown her (they can only take too much LOL )…. she thinks she’s finally getting over him. Getting over — and not just getting by. They were right, just when you thought you’ll never get over that one person, the one with all the almosts… you do — a couple of months and some powdered donuts later LOL. Not that she had donuts….
To borrow a quote, ” I remember the boy, but I don’t remember the feelings anymore.”
xoxo
