I've had an epiphany. I'm done being pathetic over my recent break-up. I made a drunk dial earlier, and after it went to voicemail, I asked myself, "What the hell am I doing this for?"
One thing I'll never forget is when I asked this confused ex-boyfriend why he was even with me, and his response was, "I just want to be happy." At the time, this "being happy", meant being with me. When that was no longer the case, he bailed, and that's completely fine now because that's how a relationship should be.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't initially "completely fine" with the break up. In reality, when I woke up last Sunday morning, I was on my friend's living room floor, with my eyes almost completely swollen shut. I took a shower, put on a face masque to soothe my skin and warm tea bags over my swollen eyelids. As I washed my face and blew out my hair without any products or flat irons or round brushes, I stopped and stared in the mirror and my splotchy, swollen face. And I saw my big green eyes. As I shook my head, my unruly waves bounced and I decided that, for now, I just needed to worry about figuring out once and for all what was wrong behind those eyes.
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