I know why now...

It wasn't until recently where a few events happened and I figured out why I couldn't get over my ex so easily. Last Sunday, a couple of friends came down from LA and we sat around and hung out at a coffee house in North Park. We sat and talked about what we wanted to do with our lives. As the evening progressed, and we walked down University Ave, we began talking about the guys we had dated and how much it has affected us. One has been done and over with the relationship for a good six months, the other had the relationship just end and then there was me, its been over for awhile but I just can't get over it all. No matter what the outcome, we vented all of our frustration and at the end of the night when they finally left, I felt at ease. I felt, once again, that I was over the situation and my head was held up high. The next afternoon, my good friend and I met up for some chips and salsa and I was still feeling good. There were new adventures that I had in the mix and I felt that no matter what happens, I had a life to live. Tuesday evening happened and my ex and I had a text conversation that lasted over an hour. It was then that I knew that I quite wasn't over things and thats where the "And So It Continues..." blog came to be. But, I had a conversation with my good friend in TX and thats where my mind pieced together why I couldn't get over the situation. I mean...its okay that I still love him and still miss him but, I still need to get over it all so nothing affects me the way that it does. Anyways, I realized that this was the first time I chose a person over an adventure.

Many of my friends know that I live my life and I go where I want to go, do what I want to do and keep on trucking. Dates don't ever really happen and there has never been anyone that I have ever felt the need to slow down for until this last ex. Don't get me wrong, its not like I gave up me for him, I just tried something else and it didn't work out. Thats why I felt so down, thats why I was so vulnerable, thats why I just couldn't pick myself back up. Everything was a first and I mean everything...in all my blogs I've said, this is the first time. I moved back home only because I thought we could work things out or what not but when I finally came here, nothing came of it. To make matters worse, I had a hard time finding a job, my friends fell into their routine and I hardly saw any of them, I knew I was the black sheep of the family but this time I really felt like I shouldn't have come home, and well...the list can continue but I just couldn't find my way out and up.

I don't regret any of it, and I've said that I'd do it all over again just to have his touch once again. So if you ask, do you still miss him? Everyday. Do you still love him? Always will. If things got started up again, would you stay in San Diego even though you may have another opportunity somewhere else? .....I won't know unless it actually happens but whatever I choose ....Love happens but life continues whether that means I leave or if I stay.