As it turns out, the man Andy fell in love with is more of a mystery than she first thought. When they give their relationship another chance, it's not long before Lex's secrets begin to unravel, threatening their happily ever after.
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Somewhere out there, a theory states that to get over a breakup, someone needs half the time the relationship lasted. If a person has been with someone for a year, it would take six months to be able to think about them without feeling pain or regret. Given the nature of the subject, it was clearly theoretical, and not based on science, but I had believed it to be true, as it had always applied to me.
What the theory lacked, though, was an analysis of different possibilities and combinations. If the relationship never actually started, how do you know what half of it is? If you see this person on an almost daily basis, does it take longer to heal? More importantly, if we're talking about the love of your life, can you ever get over them?
Those recurring thoughts had been occupying part of my days for the past few weeks. Three weeks, to be exact, as of today. But like a sadistic twist meant to add to my misery, time seemed to have elongated, and it felt as if two months had passed since my heart broke into thousands of sharp and painful shards.
Three entire weeks, and I was barely starting to feel better. Or rather, less terrible than originally. This was why I now believed this theory was utter shit, or else I would have been over Lex a week ago. But I wasn't. Far from it.
My heart still ached every time I thought about him, a lump forming in my throat, heavy and uncomfortable. Whenever I saw him, an overwhelming sadness, littered with regret and remorse, took over me, making it impossible to think about anything other than what had happened.
What I had started and what he'd finished.
After I had broken up with him, after the tearful ending I had imposed on our story, I'd taken two sick days, unable to do anything else than cry helplessly and stare into nothingness for hours on end. By the end of those two days, I'd decided that nothing could be worse than this, and Lex deserved a second chance.
I was willing to rule his behavior as a mishap, a minor blip in an otherwise perfect relationship. My reaction had been rushed because of shock and incomprehension. After those two days of absolute loneliness, I could see his point and sympathize with his attempts, even if they'd been wrong in his way of dealing with it.
Upon coming back to Kelex, I'd been ready to talk, to clear things out, to find a way to make something work. What I hadn't bargained for, however, was that Lex wouldn't be in the same state of mind. While I had been bawling my eyes out, he'd taken the time to think everything over, and had reached the conclusion that being apart was for the best.
His clear disinterest in reviving our romance had taught me you can, indeed, run out of tears to cry. All I had left of my month with him, a month that had gone by in a blink of an eye, were memories, a borrowed hoodie, and a broken heart.
Those were the gloom thoughts that occupied my mind this morning, as I was standing in front of the fridge, my eyes lost somewhere over the calendar plastered on it with Friends-themed magnets.
