Don't break my heart unless you have to

There's nothing more sobering than a break-up, when somebody breaks up with you, that is. It immediately signals a failure, and at first impression, your failure to live up to someone's expectation, though after given some time to mourn and reflect, one might find that the failure actually belongs to the person who breaks up with you.

I've had a number of break-ups throughout the years, one no easier than the one before. My most recent one was in June this year, when my boyfriend of some six months decided that it would be best for us him that we just be friends. Boo. Thankfully, he went overseas shortly afterwards on vacation, and with that it was proven to me convincingly that out of sight is indeed out of mind - if, ironically, you really put your mind to it.

Still, the ten days between the breakup and his departure was difficult and decorated with tears. Somehow, because we agreed that we would still be good friends, I expected that he would still drop by now and then every two days and hang out with me after work. Indeed, I'm one of those girlfriends who love spending a lot of time with their boyfriends. A lot, meaning as much time as is physically possible. I'm rather embarrassed to admit it, really, because we all know that that isn't cool.

True to our words, we are still good friends now. We only see each other maybe once every two weeks nowadays, but that's actually quite special because that's even more than the frequency with which I see my other friends. The other night we went out for a drink and it was amazing sitting there remembering that I once thought that this guy was the one. How wrong can our feeling be and how clouded can our judgment turn out as a result. And it's not at all because he's a bad person. It's just that he's bad boyfriend for me.

I guess all I'm trying to say is this: a break-up is always good.