It’s been years since our love affair ended. I’ve gone through short hair, long hair, blonde hair, bangs, bobs and even grew out my relaxer and went natural. The seasons have changed and so have the pictures in the frames. I’ve healed, I’ve dated, and I’ve lived and have even fallen in love again. Yet, with it all, there remains an elephant in the room of my conscience. What happened to us?
It became apparent after having drinks with a good friend of mine recently. We both chatted about our pasts loves and when we finished there was an odd pause where we both equally wondered what happened?
How after, seemingly good relationships, did they both end so quickly and drastically? Where did it go wrong? When did it begin? Why?
It’s strange. I mean, I’m not looking to reunite with the person I once thought I’d spend the rest of my life with. But there are moments in my life where I reflect and just wonder. Is that wrong?
I imagine it’s just like a parentless child wanting to know why their parents left them behind or gave them up. Not as deep, of course.
But no matter how often I think about it, I’ve never reached out and really asked what happened. I moved on with life and so did he. But I’d be lying if I said it’s never crossed my mind.
So given that, does he really owe me anything? Do people on the receiving end of a break up deserve any type of closure? Or should we just get over it already?