When my boyfriend and I got into a massive fight that ended our relationship, I remember feeling anxious every day for ages after. Every time the phone or doorbell rang, every corner I took, EVERY event I attended were all marred by the expectancy that he would be there. It was an awful trial to endure back then and I can only imagine the facebook, twitter, drunk text frenzy today’s age must face.
Would it be so horrible to say I kind of miss that anxiety now? As tiring as it all was, it was also exciting. I miss my heart pounding, my whole body tensing and my stomach turning for reasons other than a work deadline or a high utility bill.
When my apology finally came, it was years after I thought it would mean anything to me at all. Despite its drunken and pathetic form and even though I had long since moved on to a new ( and much better) relationship, my heart still pounded and my whole body reacted with the realization that no matter how little, he did still care.
The Zuf Truth 