Hanging out with your ex and not being able to get them back.
When you are obsessed with winning you become fixated on the outcomes of things; the journey is merely a delay. We get wrapped up in trying to get back with them that we don’t take the time to relish in the moments of the budding new friendship. Unless, that’s the problem right there. “Friendship” is the piece of the puzzle that doesn’t fit where it’s been placed. Is there such thing as conditional friendship? One that falls under the terms of being with that person intimately or else. Is it possible to care so strongly, so deeply, so passionately about another person that it will always cross the line between friend and lover that for your sake, and the sake of anyone else who chooses to be in a relationship with the fallen star-crossed pair, you make the decision to remove yourself from it completely. Instead of playing the game. The game of hide and seek with your feelings, the game of lead me and let me go. You just stop all together, but that doesn’t mean your heart wont pang with the guilt and the pain of never knowing how that person is or how their life is going; nor does that mean you won’t run the “what if” scenarios endlessly in your head. It just means that making it more complicated for yourself by isolation might very well in the end make everything easier.
