It’s a sign of strength to cry, especially when you’ve gone through something that no girl should have to go through.
I feel so ungrateful for throwing this thing we had away. The adventures, the road trips, the holiday memories, it all gets filed into some part of my brain designated for you, in the past but not the future.
You realize that what you think you want what you need are two different things.
When people come over I no longer have to shove everything in my house in my bedroom and close the door, which is a plus.
Whether we do this for “the fun of it,” the experience, to fill some kind of void, or a cure for boredom, at what time do we just say, enough is enough?
Long after the fall, I was still imprisoned by the monstrosity of what happened, the “what-should-be”s, the “what-could-have-been”s and the fact that his present is happier than what we had.
I’ll say this again: the person you’ve created in your head does not and will never exist. And if by some miracle, which sometimes happen in reality, this person does exist, and they are not the one.
It doesn’t mean being a replica of another person, but rather being like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly with the other. Your traits complement each other to create better versions of you both.
There’s a trail of broken hearts leading from my past to my present but I think it’s leading me somewhere good, to a place where it’s all going to be worth it.
I will never tire of watching the baby-married-dog situation of my peers play out on Facebook; that I can promise you.