Breakup...

A breakup is never easy. Even if you've been seeing it coming for a while; even if it was something you actually wanted, it never happens without some sort of pain.

The key, I've figured out, is not allow yourself walk down "Memory Lane", because when the heart is broken the mind gets tricky and tends to show all those things you once hated or weren't enough, now looking as wonderful moments you now lost and will never come back.

Yes, I do feel strange and sored right now, but I'm not aching, what makes me wonder that either I'm stronger and wiser that I thought, I'm getting really good at this breakup things, or I eventually will realize the inmensity of how I didn't really gived a damn about him...

I figured that if I'm ever gonna learn about a clean breakup this may be the right moment, so I turned off the cellphone and removed him from facebook, twitter and any other torture tool available...and I still have to control myself by not letting my mind run free, since I have this unusual talent for alternate versions and mild paranoia, never helpful for these kind of issues; but I think I'm finally standing for myself the way I used to but somehow forgot when it came to him.

So, let's not make the victory dance just yet, let's not panic expecting the moment when I burst in tears; let's just give time it's chance to sort things out, let's give life it's chance to put things right again, let's be strong, let's let go, let's move on...

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P.S. For those moments when you feel like giving him a chance, just remember the asshole wasn't there on your b-day but found time to party with his friends, asked you to pay him a "visit" while your mom was at the hospital, broke up with you on the day of your anniversary and...oh yes! he cheated on you with the cheapest whore he found at a party you both were attending...a keeper, isn't he? ;)