Today is the 6 month anniversary of my break-up. It's crazy to think how much has happened since then. The months have gone by pretty quickly, although at times, painfully slow. I have learned so much about how I want to live my life from now on. I've grown, I've matured, and I've gained new perspective. It has also toughed me up and made me a much stronger person. I've realized my strengths, admitted my weaknesses, and finally spoke my truth. But there is not a single day that I don't think about him. Lately, I've been thinking about him more than normal and I want to pick up a phone and call him. But I know it probably wouldn't accomplish anything to speak to him after so much time has passed. I have amazing self-restraint so even though I have thoughts of calling, I know I never truly will.
I guess the hardest part about everything is realizing that my reason for being in Taiwan is gone. I came here for him, for us, for our future together and ALL of that is gone. Now all I'm left is an MBA program (that I really don't like) and an amazingly strong desire to perfect my Chinese speaking skills. But, to be honest, I am so over this Taiwan experience. I will never regret the decision to move here, even though it has been a tough 23 months, but I am ready to move on. I am ready to feel over him, over my situation, over the spite, over the resentment, and over the pain. Obviously, I now feel SO much better than I did 6 months ago, but there are still a lot of bad thoughts and emotions that I need to shed.