I followed my gut. The indescribable feeling was what led me to love and to heartbreak, and... the broken engagement. I had said yes to the proposal and yes to the dress I bought on a whim and still admired. It was me, without alterations. I still believe in everlasting love. Someday.
Laughing, especially at the absurd, has to be one of my favorite activities. The other night, I had one such crackup when I was out with my friend S, who recently turned 28. For many, that's a pivotal year.
I decided to stop dating and take a year of celibacy. I was going to work on me, because the "me" in a relationship always disappeared. I gave "me" up to accommodate my partner and ultimately lost any semblance of who I thought I was.
We make plans and life takes it's own path. In the end, I'd say the big lesson for me has been about trust -- trust that things happen when they're meant to happen; trust that we're being taken care of by a higher source; trust when our intent is grounded in love.
Whether or not your pal was the one who called off the wedding, going from marrying one's soulmate to not getting hitched at all is not an easy switch to make. Yet everyone around your friend is likely making the transition trickier with prying questions and insensitive statements.