So many times, I end up thinking about her and the way things use to be.  The times that we spent together, chatting, watching each other sleep and the good times.  But then reality sets in and I realise that this wasn’t all that it was meant to be.  At times I find myself longing for her and wishing that I could call her and talk about my problems, my joys or just to hear her voice.  I want to reach out to her and see what she’s been up to on her end of the world and is she doing fine?

But then, I remember all the things that happened in the latter part of the relationship, how cold and isolated I was whenever I wanted her to be near.  How she just couldn’t give me an honest answer and just kept me hanging on. That’s when I accept it and let those memories go.  Realising finally that it was meant to be this way and that by ending this disastrous relationship, I am only getting closer to the one that I am truly meant to be with.