The Wonderful World of Dating: A Moments Notice
Isn’t it weird how one moment he’s your everything and the next, it’s over, and now you may never speak to him again.
It happened so fast, the transition from light of my life to creator of my darkness. How strange it is to think I may never again talk to the person who, just yesterday, was my raison d'être. Why is this the way it works? Why, when we break up, do we cut off communication with someone who is so very important to us? Or was, until that fateful moment.
I miss him. I find myself scrolling through my phonebook and stopping on his number. My willpower struggling with my heart, do I call? The answer is always the same. I stare at his name, which I have been unable to delete from my phone, wishing silently he would call. I struggle to close my phone, as opposed to hitting that little green button which would connect my cell to his, a pitiable attempt to connect his heart to mine.
We spent so much time knowing one another. The daily mundane became exciting, when sharing it with someone who wanted to know. Our conversations would last for hours, recounting the events of the day, our hopes for the future, encouragement, support. He was my sounding board for decisions, my rock in a sea of turmoil. I came to rely on him, and all that he was giving me, without even knowing I needed it.
And then it was over. Just like that. No reason, no explanation, simply no call.
Finished, completed, concluded, terminated – the end!
I have never understood why severing contact is a requirement for ending a relationship. Why can’t we be friends afterwards? You invest days, weeks, months, possibly years into building a relationship with someone. Constructing not only a romantic attachment, but a way of belonging and working together – consanguinity. Attached to each other with affection and esteem. A relationship built with a friend and a lover. So when a romantic attachment is finished, dose the friendship have to be broken as well?
Many a physiologist will tell you, you need to create healthy boundaries, and friendship with a past lover can sometimes blur the lines. And it is possible that my wish is one of a disconcerted lover, whom is longing for some reminisce of an attachment, however feeble it may be. But I do still long to be friends with some of my relationships past. I chalk it up to my taste in men, to be comfortable being friends with them after the adoration (or pure passion) has ended. They must have just been wonderful guys!
The Wonderful World of Dating: a semi-caustic look at dating in today’s world, given from the heart of a chronically single girl, appears every Wednesday right here at iconoclastic
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