A warm place

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The hardest thing about breaking up with someone, or even getting dumped for that matter, is missing that presence. That warm body. Someone to talk to and have them talk to you. or someone to go out with and hang out with. Someone to be physical with. Someone to snuggle with. Someone to kiss. Someone to make love to. Someone to see you first thing in the morning.

Granted, none of this applies to situations where you are being abused in any form. But even in in situations where things just aren’t working; or where you and your significant other are simply not seeing eye-to-eye. When you both have political views that are different. Even when they prioritize themselves over you – any of those situations that we categorize as “irreconcilable differences“, you miss them. You still miss that warm place.

But here’s my problem: I want “the one”. I want to go on my last first date. I want to have my last first kiss. But I’m not going to meet her sitting on the sidelines. I’m not going to meet her unless I continue to put myself “out there”.

I’m sick of finding filler. At the risk of toting my own horn, I can find somebody to date, that’s not the issue. Right now, I’m sick of looking at photos and remembering “that one who I was with last Christmas” or “ that one woman who celebrated Kid 2’s 5th birthday with me.” I’m sick of having women in and out of my life like busboys in a restaurant. But I also know that that’s a risk I have to take if I went to find “the one”.

And all of this introspection, all of this clarity doesn’t change the fact that I’m still craving that warm place.

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