No excuses
“Are you coming to my party tomorrow?” my best friend Chloe asked as we walked through the main building of our university.
The university in Bonn used to be a real castle, and especially this part of the faculty – next to the Hofgarten – looked really pretty. Apparently, the castle was turned into a university under the reign of Friedrich Wilhelm III in 1818, which is why it was also known as Friedrich Wilhelms University. But I bet if you asked the students here where the university got its name from, most of them probably wouldn’t know.
Who even cared about old Prussian kings?
“Most likely not,” I answered honestly, adding a shy smile.
I wasn’t in the mood to party at all, and I wasn’t sure if drinking alcohol was a good idea when my mental health was hanging by a thread after the breakup. Let’s just say, life wasn’t going as well as I wanted it to. As much as I tried to pretend everything was fine, I could still feel the emptiness my ex-boyfriend had left behind the day he ended things between us.
“You can’t hide in your room forever,” she said seriously. Wrinkles formed on her forehead, and her eyebrows were slightly raised.
“I know. But I just need to hide for a little bit longer,” I tried to explain my train of thought.
I wasn’t planning on hiding in there forever – just long enough for the pain to stop controlling my life.
And maybe that would take some more time.
Healing was a process, not something that could be done in a few weeks. Who could judge me for that? Relationships didn’t have an expiration date.
Some people got over it easier than others.