The truth about almost relationships is that as much as we agonize over their endings, they’re some of the best endings we get.
We aren’t given the people we want in life—we are given those we need. The ones to be there for us no matter what, in order to know true love. The ones who leave us early, to know the value of a life. The ones who treat us terribly, so we know what we deserve (and that we deserve better). The ones who break our hearts, so we know what healing is. The ones who defy us, to give us courage. They all come together to make us who we are.
You don’t have to feel like nobody is coming to save you, because somebody is and it’s you.
Maybe it exists to keep us all humble, to remind us that we all make mistakes. Or maybe it keeps us in denial, to simply justify the wrongs that we’ll never be able to make right.
The ironic truth about getting over someone is that you won’t notice it happening at all.
I haven’t heard his voice in too long but even thinking about his smile makes me want to throw up. His name came up when co-workers and I were brainstorming ideas for a project and I pictured having to face him and I just froze. I couldn’t breathe.
They were a part of your life for a reason, and vice versa. The fact that they left does not give you any reason or excuse to be any less of the person that they would be proud of.
You’ll never know how much it hurt when you changed your mind; how much it hurt every time you changed your mind.
And so I sat in the windowsill of the Verizon store, stuck. I couldn’t leave or I’d lose my turn and I couldn’t run inside myself because it was filled to the brim with memories I wish hadn’t happened.
You’ll start to care about yourself again instead of making someone else the center of your universe. And though they may still take up about 99.9% of your thoughts, you still thought about yourself the other .01%. And soon, that will turn in to 5%, then 10%, then eventually you’ll become your first priority.