I find it so unbelievable that I'm over a person who I thought I could have a future with just a few weeks ago. I haven't talked to her much since I met her and have no desire to at all. It's not even fear of what would happen if I did. I just don't care about what's happening to her and don't think I could get anything out of talking to her. I don't even dislike her. I kind of pity her. The only anger is at myself for trying to make something work with the same red flags and unfulfilled desires on a regular basis.
I prided myself on being level-headed with the level of emotion I felt, but I wasn't. I patted myself on the back for being skeptical, when at the same time I was also desperately trying for something that wasn't real. She wasn't who I thought she was. There was a lot of myself I couldn't share with her. Sure, we could laugh and stuff together, but there was nothing special about it other than that I had convinced myself it was special.
It wasn't special to her, and I was so busy freaking out about it and thinking I could just fix her and we'd be happy together that I didn't notice that it wasn't special to me either. On days that we were both free, I'd desperately want to talk to her, but when I did, my interest would totally die. I'm not sure if that's what made her distance herself or not.
I was really sad and frustrated when I met her. Everything I thought could happen fell apart, and I realized I had fooled myself and opened up so much to someone who I could stand next to and know that they wouldn't be interested in my thoughts, and know that I wasn't interested in theirs. The times I met her were mixed with a kind of euphoric anticipation because I was slammed in the face with the fact that she wasn't right for me.
It feels fucking good to be free.