The One Who Left

"I'm sorry Ali…
but you told me to tell you if I met someone…and I did. 
I met her last week. Just wanted to tell you to be honest."

There's nothing worse than telling someone you love
to go on an adventure to find themselves
but they end up finding someone else.

I didn't really know how to process this one.
We had been on and off for almost 7 years
and now he was 15 hours away for 8 months.

After about a month of the long distance thing,
we decided to take a break.

Yes, so we could ultimately pull the whole
"WE WERE ON A BREAK!"
argument.

Which no one ever wins…

We thought it would be beneficial to take some time for ourselves
to really figure out what we wanted in life,
I mean, we're only in our mid-twenties.
AKA the most awkward time period ever.
Besides the early 90's.

He would find his work calling in life.
I would find ways to better like myself.
He would decide if he saw marriage in his future.
And I would figure out if he was the one I would marry.

Perfect plan. Perfect timing. Perfect situation.

HA! Silly Ali.
There's no such thing as perfect.

So, I cried. And I couldn't sleep. Or eat.
And I love eating -
to the point where it could be a serious problem for me one day.