Breaking up with a significant other gives you quite an awful feeling. You might not love them romantically anymore, but you still care about that person, at least a little bit.
As I stated in a previous post, my relationship with Charlie has been going downhill for a while, and the friendship I was building with Sheldon, the person I met online, was turning into romance. I was having a hard time, unsure of what to do. One day Sheldon had enough of this going back and forth. He hated the idea of me being with Charlie while we started having feelings for each other, so he gave me an ultimatum. “It’s either him or me.” By now, I think you all know what choice I made.
I can’t recall the exact date we broke up, all I know it was almost summertime. Charlie and I were at school, either finishing classes or honestly, I can’t remember what was going on, it was the end of the semester. 😂 I told him we needed to talk, yes, the dreaded “we need to talk” talk. I took his hand, and we started walking around while I was gathering the courage to tell him the bad news. I believe he could sense what was going on. It took me a moment, but I finally said it, I told him I wanted to break up. I could see the spirit leaving his body. He looked devastated as if his world shattered, and I couldn’t help it, I started tearing up because he still loved me, and I was breaking his heart. It took him a minute to gather himself, and he looked at me and told me it’s ok. At the beginning of our relationship, we made a deal that if we ever broke up, we would stay friends. It was he who even brought it up two years ago, and he reminded me of it now, after I just broke up with him. I was shaking, I felt horrible for hurting him, but he put up a fake smile and said it was ok. We stayed there for a couple of minutes for me to regain my composure, I was tearing up and shaking because I never meant to hurt anyone. The next thing I know, we head to what used to be one of my favorite street food corner-store to get a couple of shaormas. (For those of you who don’t know what shaorma or shawarma is, it’s a Turkish burrito, but instead of beans and rice, you get french fries, so basically a better version of a burrito 🤣). In retrospect, it’s freaking hilarious. We just broke up, and now we are buddy-buddy, eating street food while walking me home. Who does that?! Us, apparently.
I got home that day feeling bad for Charlie but relieved for myself. I finally let go of a relationship that wasn’t working out, so I can focus on building a new relationship with someone I was starting to love.
It would be fantastic to say that everything went smoothly from that point onwards, but I would be lying. Almost nothing went right in my “friendship” with Charlie from that point on. That’s a story for another day. Feel free to subscribe to this blog and check out my other posts for more stories regarding my own experiences my long-distance relationship.
Love at a Distance 