We spent less time doing exciting new things and more time staying in and watching Netflix just because that was easier.
And along the road, we lost sight of all the things we first liked about each other when we were just friends. There was a few weeks of back and forth when we would decide it was over just to go back to each other.
So, this time I’ve chosen a different coping mechanism for dealing with the end of the relationship: Instead of wallowing and stalking his profile, waiting for a sign that he is moving on just to torture myself further, I started being proactive.
I already had a trip to Canada planned to visit my other best friend, Jade, which was something to really look forward to. I started taking running seriously again, and both my body and my mind benefitted!
I have never been good at breakups, and it was even harder when the person I was breaking up with was my closest friend.
But eventually we called it, and I think it was for the best.
As much as I would have loved us to have been right for each other, we never were.
We weren’t so careful about PDA anymore, we started uploading pictures of us together, and we met each other’s oldest friends and families.
It became For a few months, we basked in the realness of it all.