Somebody That I Used To Know
Now and then I think of when we were together, like when you said you felt so happy you could die. I told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonely in your company. That was love and it’s an ache I still remember… So when we found that we could not make sense, well you said that we would still be friends, but I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over.
How do you know when to let go versus when you should hold on and fight for the person you love? And why is it that, in some cases, simply loving someone isn’t enough to keep a practically perfect relationship together?
Let’s rewind about 6 months. It was November and I was reaching the one-year mark of being single: a new record for me. I have always been the type of girl to need a relationship of some sort to define myself, but in that year, I had dated but never let myself get serious with anyone. The previous relationship had left me pretty bruised and with a lot of sore spots to ultimately change. I didn’t like the girl it had turned me into and, rather, worked to be the woman I had always hoped to be.
Cue Mitch. Mitch was quirky, adorable, and nerdy in the best ways possible. He was driven and moving up within the chain of command at his work and seemed to have a level head on his shoulders. We ended up rescheduling our first date twice because we couldn’t wait to see one another, and by rescheduling I mean moving it closer and closer to the day we were on. The date was incredible too - we started out by getting coffee at my favorite coffee shop, then spent the remainder of the date getting lost in downtown Portland, looking at little art shops, getting a drink at a bar, and going to an eclectic restaurant I had always wanted to try. And, even after that, we went back to his apartment where he started a fire in his fireplace that burned as we cuddled on the couch during a movie. He kissed me and I saw fireworks. Additionally, we didn’t sleep together - we didn’t want to ruin the perfect first date.