It’s an interesting feeling. Learning you’ve spent months falling for someone who could actually have never loved you back. One of those, “huh.” moments.
I’m over here feeling myself out, talking to my emotions like,
“Yo… are we good? Cuz I feel fine. But I don’t want you coming back here in like, six months messing my shit all up. Talking about ‘missing them’ or ‘broken hearts’ or whatever. Like, I’m feeling good…so…we good?”
And it feels like they’re just looking at me like,
“Yeah. Ok. Have you MET us? Good luck kiddo.”