Handwritten Journal
Emboldened and encouraged by my coworkers, I set forth to ask Olivia out on a date.
This was a big deal.
The traditional paths of courtship were never taken by me. The best relationships I had shared up to that point in my life bloomed organically because of circumstances that constantly put us together. They never started with strangers. They never started with a proposal for dinner and a movie. They started with a kiss.
Olivia ended this trend.
She was more than enough for me to overcome my fears and put myself out there for someone I barely knew (but wanted to know more of). She was also enough for me to reintroduce practices of a desperate and lonely person. And if this regression was not enough, I found evidence of Ophelia dating someone I knew. I grew petty. I relapsed to writing over and over again how I was over Ophelia and had made peace with our relationship’s end a year prior.
Andrew, if you have to keep telling yourself you’re over someone, you’re not over them.
