This really isn´t as easy as it seems
Yesterday I arranged to pick up some of my stuff from my ex today. Its already been four months since we broke up.
Initially I thought I was doing great! I hardly thought about her, didnt feel much sadness when I did, so I surmised that todays meetup would be fine.
I chose comfortable clothes, forwent my tam, and brought my dog along.
As the time to the meetup slowly drew closer, I found that my heart was pounding and I was short of breath. I went to the meetup place ten minutes earlier than the stated time, and waited.
I decided to give her a call and realised that I still know her number by heart.
She had conveniently forgotten about meeting up.
At that point, I simply felt utterly defeated.
I hadnt been able to let go yet.
I was putting way too much thought into dressing down, having way too much nerves before the meetup, bringing Sammy along to have an excuse to leave, and I still cant even forget her phone number.
Moving on, it seems, will take a lot more time than I had expected.