A testament to my feelings immediately following The Ex:
I know I’m better off without him. I’m doing things that I like to do. I’m working like crazy, planning trips, meeting interesting people. I don’t miss talking to him, probably because we never had much to say. I miss the comfort of him. I was comfortable with him. I liked him in my bed. I knew the things he wore, and his habits. I loved waking up pressed against him. I had a love affair with this fleeting morning moment.
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