So you went out for drinks and eventually started hanging out. You don’t talk about anything that is about you and him or her which makes the whole thing, easy. It’s less predictable and comfortable. And while you didn’t talk about it, you didn’t go out and meet other people, out of respect. Infatuation is so high yet you know things cannot be more than any of these random messages and the spontaneous meetups. Then one day, it ended. It has to end anyway. But then, how do you feel about it?

I’ve spent about three hours figuring out how I’m feeling. Am I relieved? Sad? Disappointed? I seriously don’t know. Indifferent maybe?

Hannah Brencher said, “Love is a severely underestimated word. We don’t give it enough street cred. That word should have you crawling on your knees in a struggle to just get better with it. You should surround yourself with people who challenge you on that word. What better honor in this lifetime than to be surrounded by people who make you constantly think and say, “My god, I want to learn how to love you so well.”

And isn’t that an amazing thing? So when someone finds love and decides to act on it, you let them and be happy. And I am happy. But there’s something, I don’t know how to describe, that makes me feel sad. When people find love elsewhere when they’re with you, doesn’t it make you sad?

But I’ll get over it. After all, getting something you don’t want in the first place is selfish. Has anyone written a guide on how to deal with a not-really-a-breakup-because-youre-not-together-but-sure-feels-like-one?