Before long, the passion wanes, the days and nights stretch on longer, and long silences take the place of laughter.
And as you move on and try and heal you’ll search for them in the eyes of strangers just hoping and praying you find a familiarity that feels like home and it’s there you will find yourself again.
It’s you. My minds tells me. You. weren’t. enough.
I am rebuilding my life the only way I know how. By starting over, with a clean slate.
Do you know how bad that hurts to watch a man you built throughout the years, show what he learned with another woman?
Allow me to be weak because it still stings. Allow me to embrace the weakness.
I tried hating you, I deleted everything of you out of my life, while in the process losing myself.
You reach out to people who you love, who always start with being shocked and tell you how you deserve better, how unfair it is that this happened. Then, very quickly, you begin to see how stereotypically people fall into archetypes.
You’re alone, it can get lonely, I get it.
Maybe this is your story too or maybe it will be.