…”we’ll probably end up getting married.”
Your words. How ironic all this is now.
We got through it. We got through an infinite amount of stuff. It just wasn’t the way or in the timeframe we thought it would be.
I might have said “I give up” once, but my actions showed you differently. I’m stubborn. Okay, extremely stubborn. But I liked showing up for you. I did it for myself too. Loving you made me feel like no matter the outcome, I did it well. It didn’t matter where we were in life, it was constant, special, enormously frustrating at times, confusing as heck, but most of all – true.
So I’m going to make a choice. I’m going to choose to remember all this not with spite, but positivity.
One thing though. I honestly, truely hope you are happy where you are. Otherwise what the heck was the point?