A Dallas Cowboy and A Semi-Broken Heart

So it’s been a hot minute since I’ve blogged. Quite honestly life has been insanely busy and I’ve had a sore throat that’s basically the equivalent of feeling like I’m swallowing a handful of screws.

I’ve wanted to write this post for a few weeks and just haven’t. I think it’s been one of those things that I think if I ignore, I’ll just magically forget about it all. Ignorance is bliss, right? I figured driving across Nevada was a good time to bust it out and get real. It has been a while since I’ve gotten personal on this here blog, courtesy of The Bachelor, and so I figured I’d give it a go.

It started back in February. I met a guy… at a hockey game (shocker, right?). He actually worked in the office for the team. We started hanging out and things were going good. He had a good head on his shoulders, was fun, had an actual career, and I liked him more than I honestly ever expected. So I guess you could say we were “dating” except I swear that that term is never used anymore and it’s always referred to as “hanging out”. Can’t we all just admit we’re dating?

Well I was heading to Cali for a break in between my spring and summer semesters. I had hung out with him the night before and everything was normal and great. The next morning, I was waiting for my mom to pick me up and take me to the airport when I got a text from him. He said he was going to talk to me about this last night but didn’t want to say anything until he knew it was moving forward. He applied for a job in Dallas with a company that worked alongside the Dallas Cowboys, his favorite sports team ever, and had gotten a second interview and things were looking promising. I was blindsided. I ended up accidentally leaving my boarding pass on my window seal. I was shocked because he had talked about stuff we were going to do all summer and as far as he knew he was going to be here at least another season with the hockey team. I held it together pretty well. That was until my sister picked me up and I broke down. Awesome.

Within the week I was at my sister’s I found out he had basically gotten the job. There were still a few things to finalize but the offer was on the table. He was moving. A week and a half after he had told me, everything was in place. He had a start date, had an apartment lined up, and he was going. A week after that we said our goodbyes and with that he was gone. 1300 miles gone. Everything had changed within two and a half weeks in ways I never thought to expect. I felt like I blinked and he was gone.

It’s been about 3 and a half weeks and I’ve held it together pretty well overall. Not going to lie I do have my occasional cry session but it’s not like a typical “break-up” breakdown. I guess that was the whole reason of this post. The whole thing was something I honestly never thought would happen to me (dating someone who moves away). It’s definitely different. I don’t blame him at all for taking the job, it was pretty close to his dream job and I wouldn’t expect anything else. The whole thing was just definitely a new experience. It wasn’t like things ended because of him, or me. It was life. Life got in the way.

As hard and unexpected as it was I feel like it was a good reminder that relationships don’t always have to end on a negative note. It’s nice to walk away not hating someone and being full of resentment. It’s nice to be able to look back and know that I don’t have to associate any of those memories with a bad ending. Because of that I’ll always look at it in a more positive light. It was refreshing in a way for it to end for a reason other than a lack of chemistry, compatibility, or someone’s flaws and because of that I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

So there you have it, Kylie getting real. Explains a little bit of my absence. Not all of it but some.