I haven’t made any updates on the love story lately!
After Jon and I broke up, I knew I had to move out. We had planned on moving to Alpharetta into a two bedroom apartment together and we were only a few weeks out from the end of our lease in our house at that point. Since the apartment was where I went to high school and I liked the area, I decided to go ahead and sign a lease on a one bedroom apartment in the complex where Jon and I were planning on moving originally.
I was absolutely miserable. I was sad and wanted things to work out. He was completely distant and we got into a lot of arguments when he first got back into town after the break up. Things were just awful between the two of us (I am really bad at break ups!).
I moved into my apartment and Jon and Justin (our roommate at the end of our relationship) ended up moving into the apartment that Jon and I had planned on moving to which was in the same complex as my new place! Fortunately, our apartments were separated by a gate so I never had to go past his place unless I was going to the dumpster.
But we kept hanging out. After a few weeks of not talking, it just happened. We spent a lot of time together but it wasn’t the same and I knew he had no feelings for me. After an extremely rough few months (where he had talked me out of dating somebody that I had an interest in because he wanted me as a friend), he told me he couldn’t be friends with me anymore.
He began dating a girl that very same week, which was a slap in my face. But at the same time, I wanted him to be happy and he seemed happy. Over the next year, we talked a handful of times. When we talked on the phone, it would be for a few hours at a time. He drove me to my car one morning (I got dropped off late at night after a night of drinking) and then I saw him another time when he came to pick up his Army stuff from me. There were no feelings involved for either one of us, but I missed him.
I missed my best friend. I can’t even say that I missed our relationship. I didn’t crave that from him. I was okay waking up alone and living alone. Sure, there were some hard times (all of my friends moved in with their boyfriends during my single time), but overall, I was okay. I dated a few people but never got too into any of them. I still saw a future with Jon, but didn’t have any romantic feelings towards him.
I called Jon up in December for some advice on some CrossFit stuff. I still valued his advice and he knew me well. He returned the call and I heard some hints of hesitation with his relationship with his girlfriend. Over the next couple of months, we spoke fairly regularly. He ended up moving into a room in a house and that’s when I saw him for the first time in probably 6 or 7 months.
We began spending a lot of time together. We were communicating like we never had before and we were having fun together. I went into the friendship with no expectations of where things would go, other than knowing that I would get closure one way or another. Things would either work out, or we would be friends and realize that we didn’t want anything else.
After a few months of spending time together, feelings got involved on my end, but he still wanted to be single. He wasn’t going out and being “single” if you know what I mean, but he didn’t want a girlfriend. We had a few conversations regarding this, and eventually I got to a point where I wanted more and he didn’t yet.
To be continued…