So here it is, the truth that has people watching my destruction, a car wreck on the side of the road. I can see all of them rubbernecking my heartbreak.
Try as I might to erase every bit of you from my life, you still linger. I make a point to shove you out, to pretend you aren’t reality, but then I open my eyes and you are still here.
When you’re the one leaving, hurt causes a different type of pain. You don’t feel the force of the initial impact, but you see and feel the bruises that form and remain long after.
Now I ran out of pictures and chances to tell you I still love you. Now all I have are pictures as a grim reminder of all the opportunities I let slip away.
Everyone makes mistakes, big and small. Giving people you know and love an understanding, non-judgmental front is so important for honesty and growth.
I’m letting go of the idea of you that I have been holding onto so dearly, the perfect person which I remember you to be.
Is that the reason why? Why you hurt me in a way that disregarded all the beautiful things we’ve been through?
If you’re tired of letting heartbreak get the best of you, then this is absolutely the guide for you. This is all about taking your heartbreak, letting it know who you are, and kicking its ass.
I will never fight to be good enough again, because I am no one’s depth for standard. I am a person, successful and beautiful.
My exceptional fear of heartbreak has always held me back. How could I knowingly immerse with the risk of vivid suffering, of shattering rejection so real? Sure, I’m “fearless” when I’m still somewhat in control.