You could say my last heartbreak was self-inflicted. I was moving to London and so we broke up.
It was horrible and painful and hurt like hell. I still loved him with all my heart but just knew we weren’t meant to be. It was the end of our chapter.
So I packed up my life and hopped on a plane and for six years I lived out my very best adventures — dating my way across Europe — until suddenly, I landed back home.
Restarting life in Australia was hard, and living back at my mum’s brought back all the good memories. A lot of which involved my ex-boyfriend. And that bubbled up a lot of unresolved issues, all centred around one particular question.
After six years I was still asking myself, had I made the right decision ending things with him?
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By the time we caught up for dinner, I was as nervous as I’d been on our first date. While as soon as I saw him, all that crazy attraction I’d always felt came rushing back.
Wham. Straight to the heart.
So, I kept seeing him, in a weird ‘friends but flirty’ kind of way, until one night he dropped me home and kissed me and all the feelings flooded in.