So you’d like to think that being- no, staying friends with your ex will make the world a better place to live in, right. Everything’s dandy, things are pretty normal (or so they seem), hurts are forgiven and maybe forgotten (or so we’d like to pretend). There’s really no reason to be angry at him, our end was inevitable- and we both knew it right from the start.
It’s almost been a year since “we” ended- but sometimes the occasional stab of pain when he says or does something that brings back a memory is so unbearable that I wonder how much of our friendship is real and how much— is just for show.
