At first you are complete strangers, but by some act of fate - if you believe in that - or mere coincidence, you introduce this person into your life. Soon after, they become part of your daily routine, but only for a few years because you live by the mantra, "nothing is permanent."
Detaching is hard. It's difficult to adjust to losing a specific part of yourself. I frequently read tweets and posts from individuals boasting about how adept they are at letting go of something or someone who was not good for them, and it makes me feel envious. Don't get me wrong. I can move on more quickly than a fly that notices the slightest movement when I do not have a connection. I have been referred to as heartless, cold, a stone because of this. However, it is embarrassing how slowly I am able to let go when I am wholly attached.
I really don't think my problem is detaching from the person. Been there, done that. The main issue here is letting go of the notion that you were meant to be with this particular person. Together, you chose baby names, met each other's families, and made silly but essentially sincere promises to never be apart. Now, that's the part that is tethered to my brain. The part I cannot seem to forget.
It takes time, right? I sure hope it does.
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