There are many things I hate about breakups: the detachment, the constant missing, the memories popping randomly, the having to get used to not calling or texting while telling your mind that person no longer exists.
Every time I go through a break up I ask myself why I put myself into relationships.
But there are many things I love about relationships: eye contact while brushing teeth in the bathroom, feeling each other's feet under the bedsheets, cuddling, cooking, the company, the intimacy, the attachment, the love.
There are some things I like about breakups: the fresh new start, the getting out of the comfort zone, the excitement and certainly that on the other side of the sadness void, a new something will arise. Here I’m standing.