It's not that I want anyone else. Maybe that's why I'm afraid to tell people. I'm ashamed that I couldn't hang on. That they'll see how incapable of love I am. Or maybe I just don't want anyone to know because I am secretly holding on to a hope that we'll be together again. So why explain the drama of breaking up and getting back together again? I've never been the kind to break up and get back together. That slightly happened between Jim and I. But we broke up for like 10 minutes. Sigh.