..is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.
I don't think there's an easy, or correct, way to write this post. I honestly don't want to write this post. It'll prove to be the icing on top of my huge mud pie of a week.
So, instead of focusing on the bad, I'm going to focus on the good.
Monday night when it happened, I walked all the way to Katie's house. No questions asked, she sat by me on the couch while I cried and told her everything. She drove me home because she knew I shouldn't be walking home that late at night.
When I texted her that I couldn't be alone the next morning, she called me immediately and told me I needed to come straight over. She spent the entire day with me, taking me with her on her errands and putting up with my sad puppydog mopeyness. In fact, she spent almost every waking second with me for the next few days.
She hugged me and told me it was all ok. That there was a plan and that either way, this breakup was a good thing. She knew me better than I knew myself in my time of denial. All I can say is that through all of this, no matter what happened between me and him, I'm so glad I had my best friend by my side. She showed me just how much I'm cared for and loved. And I love her so much. I really don't deserve such a good friend.
And this goes out to everyone who was so nice to me during that week! I'm sincerely so grateful to each and every one of you who took the time to make sure I was ok. I love you all so much!
You've been my best friend for 5 years. I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love you as my best friend, and that will never ever change. You're such a great person and showed me how to feel beautiful and confident and loved. I'm so glad this ended the way it did, where I can look back and know this is right.
You're so wonderful.
Thank you for everything.
Ok guys, I'm done with sappy posts! I just knew this had to be done.
Anyone want a mud pie? I've got plenty of time to make them now. :)
*Quote by Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility.