Break-up, the slow drift

Breaking up is the easy part

Just ending it and wishing the other person the best…

Sounds easy right?

Or say you are better off without me…

Easy right?

Yes, l do say yes!

So what is the hardest part?

The gear-shift drift

This is just after the break-up

For a few weeks or months you loath the breakup and delete all signs of the person in your life

Next, you miss the person and search for a few photos of the person with you in a group photo

I only leave group photos

Even for a split second, you think of checking in on them on social media

The stop-over drift

You look back into the relationship…

The good…the bad…the toxic

And justify breaking up, and now you no longer miss the person

You love and enjoy meeting other people

And maybe even reach out to the one that got away

The 360-degree drift

This is the curveball

Your ex reaches out saying they miss you

You now have a decision to make, to turn back to them or choose to stay on your journey

You get pissed at them for doing that

You hate them for who they weren’t in the relationship

But also still remember the good they were

The last drift

Depending on the direction you choose

Back to the EX or back to your own journey

Maybe pursuing the one that got away

You have a decision to make

Left or right?

I always say choose right!

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