There are days I’d like to make myself feel good by just letting out that big “I can do this.” Sometimes, it works. Sometimes, it doesn’t.
Stick your game face on. Get work. Three jobs if necessary. Consider all your outgoings, rationalize, plan, change your lifestyle. Work your way back up above the parapet of financial disaster they dumped you in.
As long as both parties keep an open line of communication and respect each other, I don’t see a problem with pseudo-dating. And don’t be afraid to let casual mean something, either. Since when did meaning something to someone become a bad thing?
You didn’t just stop having feelings for each other and you didn’t stop being in love with each other. Someone just had a lot of doubt and it ended. It hurt but someone felt that it was a choice that had to be made. However, that doesn’t mean that it was easy for either of you.
Their presence seems to always linger in your distant memory, in the back of your mind that wishes things could have been different. Your conscious mind convinces you that it all worked out for the best, but you can’t help but wonder.
Getting over a broken heart isn’t easy: it requires deliberate positive thoughts and purposeful resistance of self-destructive ones. It won’t be a quick transition, but that is to be expected.
I’m sorry to all the girls I should be saying, “Forget about guys like him, he doesn’t deserve you,” because the truth of the matter is, I still miss him. And I still can’t forget.
Don’t become somebody’s only source of security, safety… love. Because once you’re gone, you’ll be taking it with you.
You will not be OK at first. And that’s fine. You will find the strength to pick yourself up off the floor in time. On your own time.
That’s why I’ve given up on repeating our memories with others. Those memories were clearly given to us for a reason — for us to treasure together, not to be shared with others.