Breaking the Habit

Do you believe in signs?

I don’t.

Because I can never tell between signs and sheer snapshots collected in my memory bank.

The thing about breaking up is that you go through it in phases. Instances of shock; denial; anger; sadness; hurt – we all face them but in varying pace. Some take longer than most, but hopefully in the end we all reach the stage of closure and move on. No shortcuts through the tunnel, you just have to go through it the old fashioned way i.e. painfully.

I always get to the stage where everything I see would remind me of the person. Suddenly all the cars on the road were black 3-Series; the guy walking passed wears Hugo Boss too; and the IKEA lorry on the highway reminded that that I was there last with him.

If I was anything like Matthew Perry in Fools Rush In, this is where I’d take all those as a sign for us to get back together, turn myself around and vow another go.

Puh leez.

I hate this period. I pray and pray that it’ll only last a day.

I guess this is why some of us never move on.