May. 07. 2019 in Process of a Brokenhearted Woman

You’re talking to someone.
You’re talking to the girl who I knew you’d start talking to. To the one who knows who I am. To the girl you see everyday (Monday through Thursday) at school. To the one who followed me on everything. To the one you talked about often. To the one you spent all day with at school, then went to applebees and let her drink out of your drink, then went to target with for hours and then went to the parking lot with. To the one who also just got in a breakup. To the one you call “beautiful” everyday. To the one you call “sunshine”. To the one you say is meant for you. The one who is 9.5 but the more you get to know her, you realize she’s the perfect 10 for you.
Part of me is happy for you.
Part of me hates you.
Part of me feels sorry for you.
Part of me.. loves you with all my heart still. However all of my heart is less and less by the day..
Part of me understands.
Part of me is lost.
The way I found out.. no one should know besides you two, but I went freaking crazy ex gf mode and found out.
I can’t believe you’ve moved on and it’s only been 3 weeks and 4 days.
We were together since September of 2017.. and Its barely May of 2019. We broke up on the 12 of April. You started flirting when you went to Applebees.. at least that’s when you hardcore started flirting.. Not even two weeks after we split.
You’re telling her things you’d tell me.
It’s starting.
You’re moving on. Or your finding a rebound.
Either way, it’s killing me and making me stronger at the same time.