It’s strange how quiet life feels without your rants filling the room.I miss my best friend.
I miss your history rants, your watch rants, your video game rants, your politics rants, and probably now your new tennis rants.I miss how we used to play video games together, how you would try to come home early just to be with me, and how I’d cancel plans just to get a little more time with you. It’s only been a month and a half, and I still feel you in all my routines.You’re dating again, maybe as a distraction, maybe to get ready for whatever is next, and I’m here trying to keep a promise to myself that I wouldn’t cry over someone who doesn’t see a future with me.
But the truth is, it’s hard not to.I know I’ll be okay. I know there’s a version of me out there who can remember all of this without breaking down. Right now I just miss you, and I’m learning that missing someone and still letting them go can both be true at the same time.
I force myself to go out everyday, just so I can learn to be without you, so I don't have to listen to my heart when my brain is right. Nothing is well, but the world doesn't stop, it keeps going.