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Call me naive, but…
When my and my ex split a year ago because he had fallen for his best friend(our at the time roommate), I knew it wouldn’t work it. I can’t really explains how, but I knew in that same way you know a sun is probably about to explode. All the signs are visible, and you know it will not be an event that can be ignored. So when I found out today that my predictions were true, and they didn’t make it a year, I thought I’d be filled with some closure, or happiness, or maybe even a little bit of comfort.
Obviously I feel none of those. I don’t take joy in my ex’s pain, or the pain of the other, even though they cause me more heartache than I believed I could stand. I know my friends would tell me this is a sign that I’m a good person, or that I care more than I know(in the best way), but I can’t help wondering if this is the real heartbreak. Feeling nothing for the man I once loved, not even happiness at his misery. He’s out of my heart, and I didn’t even notice he was gone.
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