The lament of a post-breakup soul… -- from him..
This morning, my girlfriend broke up with me. Yes, this is no joke. Diane, my significant other of three years, has finally left me for another man. And it all began, according to her, on a testimonial a friend of mine recently posted. She had a dispute over me seeing other girls, with the accompanying fear that I was making out with them and even having other relationships besides her. In light of this most tragic of events, allow me to make a few clarifications:
1) I never had any other relationships with other girls or made any move on other female species. Other than the usual crushes and female friends I enjoy chilling with, I never had any other relationships with any other ...view middle of the document...
Much as I want to continue the relationship, I am hurt so bad that all I just want to do is be alone. It isn’t exactly the nicest thing when she says that she met someone new and even brought him to the bus terminal to take him home. And I’m in no mood to be “just friends” with her after what she did, leaving me over a simple testimonial.
It’s history repeating itself all over again. I thank God I’m somehow not the suicidal type, or the vengeful monster who seeks to make my ex’s life a living hell. I’m surprised I have quite a bit of inner strength considering all the sh*t that just transpired. But I know that depression will soon tighten its hold on me, leaving me crying and sad for many a day and night.
The events made me contemplate the one thing that I thought I would never have to think again.
Maybe I was just meant not to be in a romantic relationship. Maybe I am better off just being single, just being plain old Canon. If love comes knocking on my door again, well and good. If not, then I will just content myself to my fate and take me where the winds will blow.
Of course, I will live my life to the best of my ability. I may be sad and lonely so often to start with, but it will not stop me from being the best I can still be. I’ve lived a good portion of my life without a significant other, and who am I to say I cannot relive the old me that existed happily then?
Until then, I am left to myself in a tangled heap of humanity. That is, until the whole thing sinks in and all hell breaks loose. I only pray that hell will stay within the confines of my soul, because I’ve already lost so much and I cannot stand losing more at this point.