Brehs. Was cleaning out my laptop to make some memory space and I came across photos of the ex.
Trust. I don't at all miss the person. I fully acknowledge that space was definitely needed being that we had long grown lethargic about each other and the relationship on the whole, but seeing those moments where we were smiling together and at a time pre-pandemic where we were just... Happy. Gotta admit. It started getting to me man
At no point since our break-up have I wanted to be back together with them nor ever communicated anything close to that idea with them, but its okay to miss the simpler times, right? Our getting together was a kind of whirlwind, rollercoaster type shyt. Trauma bonding in it's purest form, but I get stuck and confused at why do I sometimes have a longing despite me knowing full well that I was supposed to pull the plug sooner.
But the fatality and finality of understanding that we'll never go back to that young, innocent smiling couple is jarring for me
