I just realized that I have not felt like writing for quite a while. It was kind of fun when I thought that I was “smitten” with someone, especially at the beginning. It made me smile when I journaled about some small details that I thought marked something special.
It took a while, but I finally realized that I was deluding myself. This was not “a relationship.” It was two selfish people hyperventilating over ridiculous daydreams.
Finally, a couple of weeks ago, I ended it. There were, of course, hurt feelings all around, but I think it needed to happen. Time to move forward.