Saturday, August 1, 2009
Sweeping Up The Last Bits of a Broken Heart
Yesterday was the last day of a job I've had for three years now. The place where I earned my first paycheck, where I've met some of my best friends, and where, last year, I felt what it was like to have your heartbroken for the first time.
Yes, another Andrew post. With any luck, this'll be my last post on the subject. Or at least, I hope it will be. Anyway, on my way out the door for my last time, I stopped inside the men's bathroom, and looked inside the urinal stall. There, on the corner of the door, were the words I had written in pencil a year ago:
"Everyone you love will leave you"
Depressing, isn't it? But that's what it's like the first time. I'm sure it gets easier after a while, but the first time? It's the worst goddamn feeling in the world, and nothing will ever be able to prepare you for it.
Well, I suppose this is sort of my way of closing the door on him. But not really. As much as I'd love to have the Eternal Sunshine treatment and have all my memories of him wiped away, you don't. You suck it up and keep moving, or else you end up curling up and dying.
But still, I can't help but wonder whether or not I was right. "Everyone you love will leave you"...Well, can't say I've been proven wrong so far.