3 weeks of being single (sort of) is coming to an end. As much as i'm looking forward to seeing him again (and more), i have to say, i did enjoy the time to myself and my friends. It was hard to get used to at first with sleepless crying nights :( haha! But eventually i came to like (maybe also love) it. The freedom to do whatever i please, with boundaries, whenever i want and without having to make time aside for my baby and come up with new ways and constantly work at maintaining a proper relationship and keeping him happy.
That's how i am when in a committed relationship. Emphasis on the committed. I tend to focus a little bit too much on the relationship and i forget to take care of myself. All i wanna do is keep him happy and keep the relationship afloat. It became what my life revolved around.
So these 3 weeks of singlehood was so fuckin refreshing really! I finally had the time to do things i've always wanted to do. I found that part of myself buried so deep inside. I guess it gave me more time to be clearer of who i am, and what i want. I was in the blur for far too long.
And guess what? I'm happy now. And it's kinda free-ing to be honest.
I guess 3 weeks apart wouldn't do much to any other couple but he lives down the street and we see each other nearly everyday and practically live in each other's houses! We're nearly 3 years in and still attached at the hips. So forcing myself to go through with 3 weeks of not having my boy there to have my back, pick me up when i fall, and believe in me was torturous. Or so i thought.
Our time apart has forced me to take life day by day, to not rush so much, which i've been doing lately and enjoy being young. I had a dose of what it's like to be spontaneous after such a long time of just planning my life, and ours. I guess in some ways, it made me young.
And that sometimes, to be able to believe in yourself when no one does is probably the only thing you ever need to do in life.
It is true what they say, that you will always need 'me' time. So once in a while, you get a firm grip of who you are and not get lost in the world of nobodies.
:)
I can't wait for the rest of my life, but till then, i'm gonna be damn sure i enjoy what i've got.
That's how i am when in a committed relationship. Emphasis on the committed. I tend to focus a little bit too much on the relationship and i forget to take care of myself. All i wanna do is keep him happy and keep the relationship afloat. It became what my life revolved around.
So these 3 weeks of singlehood was so fuckin refreshing really! I finally had the time to do things i've always wanted to do. I found that part of myself buried so deep inside. I guess it gave me more time to be clearer of who i am, and what i want. I was in the blur for far too long.
And guess what? I'm happy now. And it's kinda free-ing to be honest.
I guess 3 weeks apart wouldn't do much to any other couple but he lives down the street and we see each other nearly everyday and practically live in each other's houses! We're nearly 3 years in and still attached at the hips. So forcing myself to go through with 3 weeks of not having my boy there to have my back, pick me up when i fall, and believe in me was torturous. Or so i thought.
Our time apart has forced me to take life day by day, to not rush so much, which i've been doing lately and enjoy being young. I had a dose of what it's like to be spontaneous after such a long time of just planning my life, and ours. I guess in some ways, it made me young.
And that sometimes, to be able to believe in yourself when no one does is probably the only thing you ever need to do in life.
It is true what they say, that you will always need 'me' time. So once in a while, you get a firm grip of who you are and not get lost in the world of nobodies.
:)
I can't wait for the rest of my life, but till then, i'm gonna be damn sure i enjoy what i've got.
kisses.
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