I don't think break-ups are supposed to work this way. I thought I was supposed to be angry with him, wanting to burn everything he ever gave me in one big raging fire.

I was angry for a little bit, angry with him for hurting me. I kept picturing him out living it up with his friends, making me a blurry little thing in the back of his mind, and then eventually non-existent.

But I don't think that's the case at all.

I was trying to think about the bad stuff from our relationship. I was trying to make myself not miss him anymore.

Yeah, we got on each others' nerves from time to time, but we got over that stuff pretty fast. And I may have been a little clingy at times, and well, he was distant sometimes too. But the more I think about it, I can't think of anything that was really bad about us.

All I can think about is the good stuff.

The stuff that was so incredibly good that it's embarrassing to talk about. That sappy, emotional, wonderfully fulfilling stuff that you see in romantic comedies, and don't realize you have until it's taken from you.

Am I missing something?

I've got to be missing something.


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