Of course, it's not as easy as that one move. But I think I'm getting better at it. I think I'm functioning better too. This coming week, I'm going to focus on my own business. Try not to meddle with yours too much, or involve myself in it, or text you nonstop, unless it's super important. I won't ask or demand or even mildly expect that you involve yourself in mine either. Maybe just when it matters. I will go back to my diet, I will go back to the gym, I will run, will draw, I will paint, I will read.
That night was difficult, you know. It had been a week since I was next to you, after all. I was still mildly anxious from the separation, and you didn't even seem a bit bothered. I know I asked for it, but it hasn't been easy despite it working. And in that moment of weakness (and mild intoxication), I admitted to you that I'm starting to miss you already. You laughed a bit and chided me, that it's no big deal. I know you don't think so. But I also know you know I do. But, okay, whatever.
The least you could have said was you missed me back.
Maybe I was hoping for too much, too soon again. But I was gone three weeks before, and you never told me that, even when I blatantly told you I did. I guess I'm just not the kind you miss. So I'm going to give up on that. Maybe one day you'll miss me missing you.
It's been hard, but I'll toughen up.
Give me a week or two, or three. You'll see.
I was never no, never no, never enough.
But I can try, I can try to toughen up.
Change is hard
I should know.
-- She&Him
