I know I should just shut my phone off and continue living. I know after all this time, I shouldn’t still want you.
I learned long ago that when you fall in love, you don’t just stop the moment they walk away.
Today, right at this very moment, I have decided that I am done with unrequited love. I’ve had enough of it. I am done chasing, I am done vying for someone’s attention, I won’t beg for time and I will never let someone trample on what’s left of my barely-glued-back-together heart.
Contrary to what romantic comedies may have us believe, this is actually fairly common and not necessarily a bad thing.
I’ve been able to find new goals for myself; find things that revolve around me and my personal happiness. I have been able to do what truly makes me happy.
When your love is as intense as they make it out to be in the movies, you either crash and burn or shine forever.
You gave all these people the one thing I really wanted. A fucking chance.
It took me a long time (probably only a couple of minutes in actual meditative time) to gain his trust and have him accept me enough to even stand near me, or to hold my hand. He was angry at me. And for a good reason.
Most importantly, you need to acknowledge how you feel. Let yourself be okay with feeling sad, frustrated, disappointed, cheated on, irritated, angry or whatever gazillion feelings the loss of the relationship left you with.
Remember that the foundation of your value is YOU.