Have you ever been in a relationship you couldn’t let go of, but knew — without a doubt in your mind — they weren’t “the one?” That it wasn’t a long-term thing? The beauty blinds you. The highs surpass beyond imagination, temporarily masking the really low lows into a foggy memory. And then you remember. My God, do you remember.
I was addicted to the idea of you. Special moments and people alluded to short-term happiness, but that, too, was never in question of long-term satisfaction. It was exciting, or at least, that’s how it was supposed to be. You have such a highly regarded reputation, especially in the eyes of people that weren’t exactly close to you. Our relationship had so much possibility, and perhaps a lot of it was forced. And just like in most relationships, when you see the end near, you always question yourself, always blame yourself: Could you have done something better? Was it actually you and not them? Did you give it everything you had?
Probably not. But when it comes to things you know you don’t want, it’s not worth the time or energy to lie to yourself about it. Because as they say, “when you know, you just know.”
It’s always difficult to put an end to things you get “comfortable” in, that show and teach you new things all the time, and that helped mold you into the person you are today because of it.
So, Miami, I’m breaking up with you. For real this time.