Stories That Touch

I think she’s afraid to even hug me now. It’s my fault, but I miss it, Andrew. I miss it so much it aches sometimes, you know?
― J.H. Trumble, Where You Are

I had a feeling I didn’t have to write about this but 2015 would feel incomplete without an account of this. The plan was to write about all I did last year. Obviously, recounting the past brings back memories. Good ones and not too soothing ones. So, its probably best you read this with an open mind, some blues playing in the background and some wine. Best believe I didn’t plan to punish you.

The year 2015 like the Hungergames: mockinjay movie was in two parts. There was the part I was in a relationship and there was the part I wasn’t.

I like to think I was for the most part of the year a good person. But I received an email one morning telling me it was over. Funny thing is, I still do not know who broke up with who. I mentioned us reconsidering the relationship two days back and here I was with an email telling me it was over. she sent an Email. Yes EMAIL!!!!. In 2015!! But it was touching. I felt sad(I think). I felt there were better ways to have gone about it.

She was probably the first person I really liked. But sometimes it didn’t feel right. I decided from the start that I was going to put my best into the relationship. I tried to ensure things were smooth and talked through issues whenever they arose. But it appeared i was in this alone. I had my faults yeah, but sometimes I just felt I barely knew her. Like she didn’t want to be exposed. Like she was hiding her real self.

For the most part I wanted something great with someone I liked. I always wanted to ensure we were happy together. But nothing seems more effortless as unrequited passion.

Do not get me wrong, we had good times and memories. But I was not sure there was enough effort from her . Enough to keep us from falling apart.

Sometimes its important to be that strong person in a relationship who keeps it all together. But its alright to take care of yourself too. That night we had that conversation, two days before the email, I had decided it was over.

Actions says everything. That was all I could remember myself saying. Those who love you would show it.

The year 2015 was not all bad. Had great happy moments, my friends were great, made new friends/weirdos and started building things.

But I’ll keep that email to teach my kids how not to break up. (if we still use emails by then)

It’s 2016 already. I sure would not bore you with my past again and I’ll ensure to write much better.

Let’s make 2016 freaking awesome!!