Well that didn't last as long as either of us had hoped or planned.
The Apologist and I have ended the romantic component of our relationship. I won't go into the details, or into the exact timing of things out of respect for The Apologist and for my own privacy, but I will share that it didn't last anywhere near as long as we'd hoped. We still love one another dearly, we are still good friends and Anam cara, but at the end of the day the ways in which we move through this life in this world are well suited for friendship and platonic partnership, rather than romance.
It hurts, it sucks, it's poorly timed - we've both recently lost precious relationships to us; faced rejection, grief and self doubt; have hurt and been hurt by those we love most; been turned away by old friends and family to whom we reached for support and comfort.
And now, despite our deep platonic love and friendship, we attempt to rely on one another for supports even as we simultaneously grieve the loss of our potential romantic future. Why is it we humans so frequently, in doing our damnedest, self-induce our most awful experiences?
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