When Sally Said Goodbye...the Sequel

So, yes.  After breaking up months ago and getting back together and spending a lovely evening together last night... we broke up... for good this time. 

It was mutual and friendly of the, "keep in touch, no hard feelings variety,"  I honestly, wish him happy, I would hate to think of him going through life not happy.

So, I'm okay so far.  A bit sad.  Probably get more sad over the next few days.  I know it's for the best though, and better break up now, after 14 months, than after 2, 3 years, that would have been harder.

I am a huge believer in fate and I thought that God had brought him back into my life after around 26 years, for a reason, but maybe not.

I keep thinking of Carrie and Big, and the on again off again saga that ran for 10 years, more than 10 actually.  While there is passion and humour and connection, there will not be any happy ever afters in this love story, just not meant to be.

It was fun while it lasted and I will miss him and think of him fondly, forever.... the end.

When Sally Said Goodbye...

It's Sunday today and I was out last night to end a romance, yep... the one that ended a couple of weeks ago... this was the official ending, I know... don't ask.  We had a great time but it'll never work.  Hard, but necessary, I'm sad but resigned, just not meant to be, had a great night though, I'll miss him.  While chatting last night, we discovered that I used to work with his favourite Nan, approximately 24 years ago, small world eh?

Going to bed very late, I got around 3.5 hours sleep last night but still woke bright as a button, can't believe it's Sunday.  Didn't work out, feel a bit shell shocked, so instead, I browse the Internet and have cereal and coffee...and toast.  Got a lovely text from you so at least I know you're having a fab night.

I have two coffee's at Starbucks, it's very quiet and I'm perched with my iPod on with Adele singing heartbroken songs to me. 

I'm home by 11, just not in the mood for anything today, not even browsing the sales.  B arrives at 1.15pm and declares that if I don't want her to garden (can I just say that it is actually raining at this point,) then she'll leave.  I'm a bit stunned, probably because I'm not feeling particularly thick skinned today, so I say "okay," if gardening alone for several hours is more important than spending 5 minutes having a cuppa with me, then so be it.  Not sure if it was my; "okay" reaction but B stays for about 30 minutes before leaving, and after a tea... no gardening.

I watch; "When Harry Met Sally," his favourite film, which really didn't help matters.