I Don't Know How to Be Something You Miss.

This is my life.

Some people, my best friend included, would wonder why it's taken me so long to get to this point.  For me it's a simple answer: I'm still in love.  Despite all the fights, apathy and anger on his part, pain and crying on my part, I still love the guy.  It kills me to see that he's moving on with his life perfectly fine without me, but I'm stuck.  My life is moving and certain parts of me are changing, but those feelings remain the same.  Today I did what I've been holding off on doing for the past 5 months - I deleted all the pictures of the two of us from my Facebook.

As dramatic and stupid as it sounds, I cried as I hit the 'delete' button on each one of those photos.  I'd held off on deleting them for so long because I didn't want to admit it was real.  I didn't want to finally confirm to myself that this is how my life was panning out.  I didn't want to get rid of the last physical (digital?) remnants of the relationship that I'd tried so hard to hold onto.  Deleting those pictures made it real.  Deleting those pictures made me truly realize that our relationship is over, that we'll never be that way again.

Those pictures were the last pieces of evidence to the public eye that I once made him happy.  (Everything else is boxed up and stuffed into a dusty corner somewhere in each of our homes, I'm sure) Those pictures signified how we were once - happy, silly, only having eyes for each other, in love.

Deleting those pictures off public forum felt worse than when I put everything he had ever given me, souvenirs from events we'd gone to together, ticket stubs from movies and shows we'd seen, letters, photos, into a box and hid it from view.  Boxing everything up was a private affair, it was a self-admittance and I managed it after a month.  Deleting photos off of Facebook and twitpic and wherever else I'd posted them on the internet meant having to admit to everyone else that it really is over.  All of our mutual friends already knew, and all of my own friends did too, but seeing and knowing are two different things.  Now it's an actual fact.  Now everyone knows that I've realized it's over too.

It's my first step in letting go, but I never imagined it would hurt this much.

Sad blog post is sad ... but this is my life.