This is just my opinion and you obviously don’t have to adjust anything about how you live your life since I’ve said so, but I would be disingenuous if I did not mention, and that I cannot abide.
When two people break up, if they attempt to be friends after- either one or the both of them are still attracted to the other. Post breakup friendships never work, we all know this, and yet people torture themselves trying to be decent and kind to someone who no longer wants their company. The respectful thing would be to cut ties and live life in the present but if one is codependent this severing is a struggle. I understand intimately. A new person in either of their lives becomes a rebound, or a chew toy between the former lovers as both pretend to discuss the future when everything echoes the past.
Like I said in person, friend to friend, if you love this girl, then you should fight to be with her because as cosmopolitan as you all think it is to help each other with work after the separation you’re really just making the inevitable more painful. Trust me.
I prefer healthy, single, healed partners. I had trouble sleeping in another woman’s home, surrounded by another woman’s things, who you claim has no involvement in your heart. Were that true, her items would have been packed neatly in a closet out of view, her photos no longer on the mantles, her face not visible every single time you try to watch a movie in your bedroom. It’s haunting.
You very easily profess your love to me so please don’t be offended that I have not returned those words in kind.
Not once, have you ever called me by my name. Is it because you might accidentally say hers?
You’ve never seen me sad or angry and you can only love someone based on the mistakes you forgive and the frailties you overlook. I want to love you but I can’t say what isn’t yet true.
I spend Sundays alone and until you wake up with me on a Sunday, and use my name, and the remnants of your past are over and gone, I cannot in good conscience open myself to say I love you back.
Time always tells.
We’ve known each other for seven days.
I am not afraid. I enjoy you, I like spending time with you and although sex isn’t important to me at all, I even enjoy intimate times with you. But I’m not something to do until your girlfriend comes home. I’m not a plan B. And I would never let my man embarrass himself by remaining cordial with a woman who broke his heart. Your environment contributes to depression and as long as you are looking for an external companion to validate your worth, wallowing in unclean rooms tainted with various lovers and holding onto the past, you will heart won’t heal. Growth is always right outside of your comfort zone.
I say trust me, but trust yourself.
This is just my opinion and you obviously don’t have to adjust anything about how you live your life since I’ve said so, but I would be disingenuous if I did not mention, and that I cannot abide.
My name is Tomika. My friends and coworkers call me Tom. I’m Mimi to my family, Mom to my son, and Mika to every lover I ever knew. I’ve been known as Dangerous Twist, Pixie Prince and Dean Deadly Venom too.
At some point you must say my name or set me free.
I want you to be happy and if you’re lucky, maybe in the future, I will effortlessly claim that I love you because the honeymoon phase, as you call it, never ended, you’ve woken up in my arms on a Sunday morning and nobody else has a hold on you.
A real girlfriend, someone genuinely looking out for your best interests, will tell you the same things but the decision is up to you.💋
What kind of life do you want for yourself?
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