Separating myself from Austin has been like one of those really good breakups. Not good in a sense where you're like, "girl, you don't need him," but good as in mature or a right way of doing it. It's clean and simple. No drag-out arguments that last for weeks or going back and forth, back and forth. And neither one of us are making 3 am phone calls, crying out "take me back."
It's a good break where you're sad to leave the comfort of it all, but you just know that there is something else you have experience before you say forever. You separate your things, giving each other a long hug, knowing it will be a while before you see them again. And you wish them well, meaning every word of it. You smile, then you leave.
I love you Austin, but you're bringing me down.
photo courtesy of Erik H. Pronske
