The truth is, seeing you again didn’t make me want you back.

The truth is, seeing you again didn’t make me want you back.

I’ve been terrified for months to run into you. I’ve been avoiding certain people, places, and things. I’ve been afraid of what I would feel or who I would turn into if I saw you again. I was afraid of the conversation or lack thereof. Would we pretend to be strangers? Would we pretend we weren’t anything for over three years? Would we pretend you didn’t help me when I lost my dad? Would we pretend that I didn’t come running whenever you needed me? Would we pretend that we didn’t mean shit to one another? The truth is, seeing you again didn’t make me want you back.

What was I the most afraid of though?

Was I afraid that I would want you all over again? Was I afraid that all of those feelings of needing you would come rushing back? Was I afraid that my progress over the last few months would be in vain? Was I afraid that after all of the things you put me through, I would discover I still love you? Was I afraid that I would hate you?

My fears ate me alive.

And then I saw you. I saw you and it was like nothing ever happened. You asked me out for a drink and you know very well that I don’t take alcohol. We ended up having lunch and it was cordial. It was easy. It was like no time had passed at all. It was like you hadn’t broken my heart and stepped all over it. You tried to keep a casual conversation and I participated.

Then I realised something.

I realised you no longer had that hold on me. I realised I no longer carried that torch for you that constantly had me fighting between what my head and what my heart wants. I realised that I was able to be around you without thinking about your lips on mine, your hands on my neck, and your body on mine. I realised that I was finally over you. I realised what it was like to finally see you and feel absolutely nothing. I felt neither hate nor love. I felt nothing.

I feel like you have one foot in and the other out when it comes to us.

You were the one thing in my life that had been constant the last few years. Whether you were drunk and wanting me or stressed out and hating everything about me, you were still there. Getting over you was one of the hardest things I’d ever done, but I did it. I realised how strong I was, and I rose from the hurt and destruction. I rose from the tears and the constant heartbreak.

I will always care about you. But I will ALWAYS love and care about myself more.

Jackline Obiero

I’m Jackie, I write about the beauty and messiness of life. I write about the stuff no one ever wants to address or share. And sometimes, I simply write for my sanity. Here at jackie254.com, you’ll find my every struggles, blessings and truths.

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