Remember how I said that the ex and I share mutual friends now? MY friends who turned out after 8months to be OUR friends? Remember how I said we're gonna have to see each other again because of these mutual friends? I didn't? You're memory sucks. =)
Just the other day... I realized the ex still has some things of mine at his place. Understandable of course. I practically lived there. So I phoned him yesterday to check if I could come pick it up after work. It was fine with him but he only gets home around 7pm, whereas I get home at around 6pm. So as I am the designated driver to work and back for one of our mutual friends, my BFF (her fiance is now his BFF), I decided to stay for coffee at BFF's house until he gets home so I only do one trip back. I know myself, I get lazy and relaxed sitting at home. Then I won't want to go to his place later.
Got to BFF's house and her fiance tells me the ex is coming over to their place. So I phoned to tell him I'll meet him over there. He can just stop at his place and bring my things with him. Well he got there and we ended up staying for another hour and a half. Chatting. Laughing. Getting along brilliantly. We left at the same time. He was parked next me. We hugged each other goodbye, got into our seperate cars and left our seperate ways. I went the whole way home, and even in bed, without crying. I came close. But I didn't. I'm so proud of myself. It felt natural that we got along so well. (Although he DID look as if he'd seen a ghost a couple of times.)
It hurt seeing him. I found myself staring at him when no one was looking. I found myself looking at his face. His eyes. His mouth. His smile. His hands. His body. All the things that used to be 'mine'. If I can say it like that. It hurt like hell but I got through it. I sat back at one stage thinking to myself... we're getting along fine. Why did we fight so much and why did we fcuk each other up? Everything happens for a reason right? I tend to believe that. I believe everything has a purpose. Our purpose was to learn something from each other. To leave footprints. To be friends?
You Boyfriend Breaking Up with You & Telling You that You can Still Be Friends is
Like Your Dog Dying and Your Mother Telling You that You Can Keep It...