Only a woman who owns your heart has the power to evoke so much rage inside of you when she wrongs you.
Everything is going great, you think — you have chemistry, you click, you have shared interests and your conversations never lull — and then, boom. He’s gone.
The thing no one tells you about healing is that saying “it’s over” is relatively painless compared to what comes after. It’s not the giving up that stings, it’s wondering what to do with the life you built around his. And that hurts like hell.
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.
Because nothing teaches you about yourself quite like handing your heart wholly over to someone else only to have it spit back in your face.
We never think that these kinds of things will happen to us until we’re living through them. There’s no guide that can tell us what to do or how to feel.
I may be broken, I may be hurt, and I may be a little unsteady right now but I will rise up from this tragedy and be better than this broken heart.