I fell madly in love last summer.
Head over heels with a guy I was just platonic friends with.
Long story short, I called off the friendship because it wasn't fair on either of us.
I was devastated and cried for months. Literally. months
It was the saddest thing I have experienced in twenty years
I hired a therapist and now I am almost over it.
I miss the pain! I miss the sadness.
That's weird, isn't it? We can't be friends and I am moving on but what surprises me is that although I am relieved to be out of bed and not crying all the time - it's strange that I miss the sadness in a way... Looking back I must have enjoyed loving him even if it meant crying?
I have stopped being miserable now and I am moving forward but why would I miss being sad?
Any thoughts?
P.S. Yes I am g*y, in my thirties and so is he. Any homophobic comments will be reported as violations.
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