I've done it. I've broken it off. What now though!? Am I happy? It's such an overwhelming feeling of bitter and sweetness it's like a mating of a fresh orange and arugula sprigs. I'm no fan... of either situation. At times, it's cool, when I'm busy or entertained for the most part. When I look back at the wonderful relationship we had, it's very hard. I see our pictures on Facebook and the great times we had rush through my mind leaving me with a feeling of anguish and regret... but it's normal. At the end of the day, it's expected though not easy to handle. I knew I'd feel like this.
I read something the other day;
“Happiness is not determined by what’s happening around you, but rather what’s happening inside you. Most people depend on others to gain happiness, but the truth is, it always comes from within.” – Anonymous
It doesn't matter where you are or what you do, it's how you mindfully keep yourself happy by focusing on the good, not the bad. A lot of bad has happened to me in a short amount of time.
"It's not who you are underneath; it's what you do that defines you." Ok, I totally stole that from Batman Begins; however, it remains true... at least for me. The duality of truths here is that I partially am searching for myself and for what I want to be. I don't know how long this person will last, but it feels more like me than I've felt in a long time.
