THE single sinner Written by, The Single Sinner

When we break up with the one we love it’s sometimes hard to imagine that person not in your life anymore and as time passes, as you slowly but surely put on your rose tinted glasses, it’s also hard to remember the harsh reality of the relationship.

The physical pain of breaking up, you know, the sinking feeling in your stomach, the aching inside where you miss that person to the point of tears, blah, blah, blah, (I’m making the latter seem insignificant partly due to me suffering the same scenario at the minute, and both writing and discuss it with my girlfriends gets a little too much sometimes) can suddenly be overcome by one simple text from your ex or a phone call to see how your doing.

Even a memory of when you two were together in happier times could quickly make you slip on the rose tinted glasses and forget the actual reason you broke up. For me, when I split with a guy, I seem to be reminded of him at the weirdest moments. Like when I see an advert for a horror movie, reminding me about a first date with at guy that actually fell asleep at the cinema (I should have known then this guy was no good!). Or when I see Haribo jelly sweets in the shop, which were mine and The Boys favourite late night snack when we were studying at college.

I’m currently sporting a pair of rose tinted Ray Bans and yes, of course, they have to be a designer make. If I had lost my boyfriend and my style, then it would be a case of ‘pass me the pills and vodka please’. However much I summon the thoughts, I just can’t seem to conjure up bad memories of when me and The Boy were together. Through the magic of my spectacles all I can see is fun, laughter, and happy ever after.

It’s weird how since we broke up, I’ve suddenly become funnier and smarter on the phone. We haven’t seen each other since breaking up because, like I say, I’m somewhere up north and he lives south of the border, but when we do speak, please don’t think I’m blowing my own trumpet, but girls, I am on form. I’m the sarcastic but sweet girl I was when we first got together, which in turn makes him seem like the guy he was when we first met.

It took a large imaginary slap, in the form of some wise words, from my best friend to shake me into reality. Me and The Boy broke up for a reason. A very good reason at that! We lived in different cities, had different lives and have slowly become different people. I remember watching Sex and the City when Carrie considers getting back with Big and Samantha quips “Have fun, just don’t have amnesia.” I think it’s about time I take off the rose tinted specks and remember things just how they were. It might not seem like it now, but I’ve got a feeling breaking up was the best thing I could have done.

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