5 Things I’m Breaking Up With And Never Making Up Again
Breaking up is hard to do.
He slid the note across a neighboring student’s desk, motioning to pass to the intended recipient—me. My name visible along the top fold of paper.
Feeling as though the world came to an end that day and I would never survive breaking up. The quirkiness of seventh grade. When did I decide boys didn’t have cooties? This should be re-evaluated.
Still, sobering breakups thundered in my young life. I made it out alive. Yet, as with most hurting hearts, my heart lacked resilience.
Breakups are hard. Heart. Breaking. The larger the investment of time, the harder we fall.
Breaking Up?
But, although painful, some breakups are in my best interest. Therefore, I’m composing a note to send, specifying the exact reasons I want out. If you’re a neighboring heart—a kindred spirit—please pass on to the intended recipient.
January 19, 2017 at 8:00 am | Uncategorized