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I’ve finally reached a point in which I really am content with what has happened regarding the last “almost” of my love life. I’ve replayed the past month over and over again. I’m not going to say I deserve better, and I’m not going to say he deserves me. I’m not going to say he’ll never get a chance with me, and I’m not going to say I’ll never consider dating him again.
We were two people who stumbled across an attraction for each other, and the thing that went wrong was the way we tried to nurture it.
Maybe I could have fallen for this guy, and maybe I could have tied him down, but those things don’t matter because the time that was spent between the beginning and the end was enough to learn about myself.
He could have been the right person at the wrong time, but the fault is in the condition rather than ourselves. And by coming to terms with that, I can happily keep him in my life as a friend whom I once fancied.