When every immature breakup we've ever had always meant suddenly becoming our ex's enemy, our first mature breakup where it doesn't have to be anyone's "fault" that things aren't working out can come as a disorienting shock. We're prepared to be loathed, even loathing ourselves for being unable to avert the breakup and the heartache of it... and then the expected animosity doesn't appear. "Let's be friends" turns out to be just that; we've lost a lover yet ultimately have still gained a fond friend instead of yet another new enemy. "What has happened here? Why don't you hate me? After all, that's what I deserve for breaking your heart... er, isn't it?"
When every immature breakup we've ever had always meant suddenly becoming our ex's enemy, our first mature breakup where it doesn't have to be anyone's "fault" that things aren't working out can come as a disorienting shock. We're prepared to be loathed, even loathing ourselves for being unable to avert the breakup and the heartache of it... and then the expected animosity doesn't appear. "Let's be friends" turns out to be just that; we've lost a lover yet ultimately have still gained a fond friend instead of yet another new enemy. "What has happened here? Why don't you hate me? After all, that's what I deserve for breaking your heart... er, isn't it?"