It's all happened so fast.
The Doctor sent me a message a few nights ago asking if I would like to get together for a drink. And I just stared at the message, unable to figure out an appropriate response.
And last night it all ceased to matter when The Sculptor said, Would it be alright if I introduced you to my friends as my 'girlfriend'? and I smiled and said Please do.
And just like that, just under a year after my world ended with The Ex, I am in a New Relationship. Two weeks ago we were having coffee and today I am his girlfriend. It all feels bizarre to me. It's hard for me to admit that being anyone but The Ex's feels unreal. Not so much a betrayal as something I wasn't prepared for. I've spent the last five years doing a dance with him, kissing him, being together, fighting, not together, thinking if only we could just get it together we could be so happy, spending a lonely two years trapped in a tiny apartment with him, moving back home after it all fell apart because I couldn't bear to be in that city that was ours. Of all people to know me, it's him, and here I go giving someone else the same title of Boyfriend.
But I too have the capacity to move on.
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