It’s just one of them days (to quote a pre-pubescent Monica)
I have been through breakups before. But none like this. Isn’t it like Day gazillion and one by now? I’m pretty sure it’s been long enough.
Right now I wanna be clever. I want to be funny and witty and not bitch and moan. I’m pretty goddamn happy for the most part these days, I must admit. I’m almost finished with the semester and I will be departing to study abroad in India in less than two months.
But when I talk to him and he makes me laugh or trades me books when we’ve finished them and I remember how much shit he’s put up with from me and how he looked at me the last time he saw me and said that he just wanted to keep looking at me, I miss him. Even if I just talked to him, minutes earlier. I miss him because he’s not mine anymore.
I want to say something funny, because then maybe this would all be more relevant and a maybe just a little less middle-school emo-esque. But perhaps honesty is more relevant than cracking some witty joke. And honestly? Sometimes there’s just not enough wit in the world to get rid of the pain.
