That Stung...

That stung.

That moment.

The first time in five months I had checked up on your social media.

I don't know what I was expecting.

But it wasn't this.

I wasn't expecting to have that heart sinking, stomach flipping feeling.

I guess I was expecting to feel better about myself; about where I am in life right now.

I definitely was not expecting to miss you.

I wasn't expecting to hate her.

But I also wasn't expecting you to move on that quickly...

I don't know what I was expecting.

But it wasn't that.

I was expecting that our two year relationship would have taken a little bit more time to get over.

I was expecting you to work on yourself.

I was expecting to see some emotional progress.

I was hopeful.

I don't know what I was expecting.

But it wasn't this.

I wasn't expecting you to be with a girl you told me not to worry about.

I wasn't expecting that.

I was expecting more respect; for me and for yourself.

I wasn't expecting any of this.

But I'm happy for you.

I'm hopeful that you're on the right path for you.

I'm hopeful that you've progressed in your life in ways that you weren't able to with me.

I thought I was over it. I thought I was over you.

I was.

Until I saw you were over me.

Until I saw that you were over us and everything we had.

Until I saw you were with her.

I'm glad you've moved on, I hope she's better for you than I was. I hope she is able to support you in ways I wasn't able to.

I'm truly hopeful for you.

But I'm more hopeful for me.

If you can find someone, so can I.

You moved on, so will I.

You're on the right path for you. I'm on the right path for me.

But it still stung.

My stomach still flipped, my heart still sank.

But I'm hopeful.