So you pretend to be.
When your friends ask about what happened, youll shrug and say, Nothing, really.
Youll claim that the ending doesnt hurt because you were never official, so itstechnicallynot even a breakup.
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Hell, could it even be called an ending if it never even started at all?
And besides, you knew what you were getting into because youdidagree to see where things go.
And this is where they went.
So thats that, right?
Because when you go home alone, you crumble.
You remember leaving defeated and humiliated because you werent supposed to want something serious.
It was supposed to be casual.
Theres an absence of evidence and so your feelings feel unjustified.
So you dont tell anyone about the aching.
You figure youll get through it on your own.
When someone goes through an official breakup, there are countless songs that understand.
There are shoulders readily available to lean on.
There are countless advice articles online that explain how to pull yourself together after a relationship ends.
That you should have known better.
And because you were never exclusive, they dont owe you anything, including closure.
You shouldnt need to be official for honesty and basic decency.
You deserve those things, no matter what, and then some.
Its okay that you fell for them.
Its okay that you loved them.
And its okay that it didnt work out the way you wanted it to.
But if you want to heal, you’re gonna wanna actually admit that youre bleeding.
it’s crucial that you reach out to your friends and tell them that youre falling apart.
Giving your heart to anyone is an act of bravery, especially when there are no guarantees.
And you may be surprised to find that more people understand than you may think.
Because even though it wasnt defined as a real relationship, it was still deeply real to you.
