Break ups are supposed to get better with time, right? Well I don't know about you, but I'm about ready for that part to kick in. But I digress.
I've been thinking a lot about my relationship. (obviously, you're blogging about it, Jess...)
I know, I know, but hear me out. So I dated my ex for about 2 years and was "involved" with him for about 3. That's a pretty long time. The time between the "involved" portion and the "dating" portion included a lot of me fighting to convince him to be with me.
I remember when I first met him. I got those butterflies that everyone talks about. I knew that I wanted to be more than friends.
But even when we were dating, I always had this fear of impending doom. Like deep down I knew that it wouldn't last forever.
I want to share this section from a book I'm reading.
"Falling in love (or lust) and fear feel a lot alike. They both give you that anxious butterfly feeling in your stomach, a sense of excitement, and a general unease physically and mentally. It's easy to confuse love with fear."
Still letting that one simmer, but thought I would share.
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