Exactly one year ago today, I was pacing up and down my kitchen, dreaming up scenarios and lines. You see, one of my favourite television shows ever, How I Met Your Mother, would be airing their series finale that evening and there was still so much to be covered and/or wrapped up. I took it really seriously, after all, I actually learnt some life lessons through that show (cue the laughter), and it meant a lot to me. I think I’ve expressed how I feel about that fateful day a few times too many on Twitter, but to sum it up for you: it sucked. I had such high hopes, #HIMYM had easily blown every show I’d ever seen out of the water (barring Gilmore Girls, that will forever be the best show of all time), with its humour and wit, great storylines and unbelievably relatable characters. I could go on and on about how high I valued HIMYM; it was for keeps.

Until March 31, 2014, when everything blew up in my face in the matter of a single hour. Now, for all you folks who aren’t caught up on HIMYM yet, don’t worry, I won’t spoil anything. What I will say, however, is that the ending…was not what I expected nor could have really seen coming. I’ve heard that if you go back and rewatch certain episodes of the show, there are some pretty big hints, but I haven’t been able to work up the courage to watch a single episode. In a year. That’s saying a lot, given how much TV I watch and how big a fan (superfan, really) I was of the show, but I just can’t stomach it. Not yet. Yes, a year later and I’m still reeling. I think it’ll take me a little while to completely ‘get over’ it (listen to me talking about a TV show like it’s an ex-boyfriend…haha, #thesinglelife), but hey, c’est la vie. And that’s okay. Especially when I have great shows to help me through.