I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. It would probably take one text for me to get back together with my ex. I wouldn’t have to say “I’m sorry” or express any sort of regret. All I would need to do is initiate some sort of conversation, so I haven’t.
A few days ago, after texting me for an unrelated and non-romantic reason, he said, “We need to communicate more because as friends we don’t communicate at all.” This is totally my fault for agreeing to be friends in the first place. I didn’t know better and was stupidly optimistic. Being friends is absolutely not possible after six months.
Our text exchange has made me uneasy. I literally had to whisper scream, “No! We can’t be friends.” I think the internal struggle I was feeling is because I know it would be so easy. One text and I’d traveling back and forth to New York again. I don’t want that.
His intentions don’t matter. The only thing that matters is that I can’t do it. It doesn’t mean that I hate him. I’m not over the last three and a half years of my life yet.
So friends? No.