The mention of a new “friend” is usually the first warning sign.
“We’re not in this life for peace!”
A life without you is hard. But, maybe it is what I need. Maybe a life without me is what you need too.
Their heart is open to the world, because they know a certain kind of devastation, and will listen to others with similar stories. In losing the love of their life, they gain a love of the world.
Love is this incredible thing, this intangible feeling that swells within you, it gifts you these crystallizing moments of appreciation and gratitude, these overwhelming oceans that build within your chest, constantly reminding you that you have something to lose.
Breakdowns remind us of who we are at our worst, but they also give us a chance to see who accepts us at the points when we aren’t ourselves.
Around 10:30 I get there, music is blasting but the backroom is completely empty. The bartender asks me where my friends are at and I told them they all must be running late.
It’s hurting yourself a little more because maybe you find comfort in the pain, maybe you find comfort in the sadness you feel in the night.
When we woke up the next morning you promised to text me (you didn’t), that you would text me soon (you didn’t), and that our time together was special to you (it wasn’t).
Sadness gives you the chance to be still with the most tender place of your being. Sadness is an opportunity to deeply appreciate your losses and your longings. Sadness brings you eye to eye with your desires.