subject line: how I got over you. Volume 18.

 

"I'm going to disney world!"

It was just for fun. Swiping left and swiping right. Tequila and Tinder should never have met. But they did. And consequently, so did we.

Unexpectedly, we had deep conversations into the wee hours of the morning. You came to visit me and met all of my friends. I invited you into my world, if only for a little while.

Weeks go by with text messages and phone calls and FaceTime conversations of any and every topic that came to mind. You read me poetry to see me laugh. You called me beautiful. You asked me to wait for you.

We met for lunch. We took a stroll. You changed your mind. I could see it in your eyes; I could hear it in your voice. There was a distance that wasn’t there before. Closing the miles between us made your heart run farther away.

I’ll never know what flipped the switch. You became “too busy” or “too tired”. It wasn’t hard to predict what was coming next. But when you finally said the words, I couldn’t help but feel a familiar sinking in my heart.

Honestly, it didn’t take too long, for me to get over you. I’ve come to expect so little. There’s less disappointment. It’s easier that way.

But when you move away, putting more and more miles between us, I wish you all the best as you begin your new life in the happiest place on earth.