Deep down, you know you’re okay. And as you walk with him to the bus stop, the conversation is light until a bus comes. He smiles, wishes you bon voyage. You ask him if you’re okay, if you’re good. He smiles and nods. He boards the bus, you walk home.
You’re wasting your time trying to change a tin man. You’re wasting on your heart on him. You’re wasting away and your getting so tired. So stop. Stop hoping that it will work out. Stop praying that he will be different tomorrow or the next day, or the next day.
See not all love stories end, but not all last too. Some are more fortunate than others, and some just will never survive the everlasting storms. But we are all human, craving the touch of another. And we all like to believe in a love that can save us. However, sometimes, people cannot be saved by another, they must save themselves.
“We come last—after women and children.”
When you free yourself from expectations that don’t matter, there’s a true sense of joy in being who you are, not who others expect you to be. When you let go of judgment, you are cultivating freedom to live an authentic life. That is happiness.
It is mind numbingly terrifying. Like you’ve been strapped in a non stop rollercoaster that has no intention of stopping. It’s the drop in your stomach type of feeling that feels like it will never end. It’s petrifying.
This is on him. This is all his fault. You did nothing to deserve this. You did nothing to deserve this pain and this hole in your heart. One day, you are going to look back and be grateful that he left. One day, you are going to look back and wonder what you ever even saw in him.
If you haven’t heard of “stealthing,” you’re one of the lucky ones. Vice called it a “movement”; USA Today called it a “sex trend.” I call it an “act of human violation.”
We were never meant to be a happy ending
We were fireworks on the Fourth of July,
always fated to beautifully explode.
You helped me think clearly, analyze correctly, and collect my thoughts properly. You provided solutions when all I could do was stress about problems. You made my decisions when I couldn’t decide for myself.