On this time last year, this is what I wrote:
When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part.
You roll out of bed and down on your knees
and for a moment you can hardly breathe.
Wondering was she really here.
Is she standing in my room.
No she's not cuz she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
John Mayer, Dreaming with a Broken Heart.
Well, I was prepared for it to happen this time around, which I guess is the silver lining. The last time she disappeared on me, I was crushed. More than I ever knew I could be. This time, I'm saddened that she's not in my life again, but am happy that life is still going on as usual.
I'm gonna miss her just as much this time around, especially after having one amazing night with her, but it isn't going to do what it did to me last time. Too bad this night was all just a matter of perspective. Her and I never could get on the same page, which is a damn shame because the times we were, we were one hell of a couple. Those times were few and far between though and we couldn't communicate worth shit, so I can only hope she finds someone that she can get on the same page with.
As for me, I'll be looking for a woman that can bring out that same emotion I had while with her. But this time have it reciprocated. It was nice to know I could still feel that deeply for someone. For a while I thought I had gone completely cold. Thankfully, I have not. There is someone out there for me and while I patiently wait for her to come (back?) into my life, I'm gonna keep doing what I do.
Never thought my story would come true, but it kind of did. She left as quickly as she came, just like I thought she would. But this time, it took just a bit longer for me to get over her than the guy in my story did and I'm not terribly sure how unfair she thought it was for her to just leave. All I know is that it's time to move forward and believe that if she wanted to be with me, she would have stayed or she'd make it known. C'est la vie.
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