Begin again to love. No not him or not any other guy but begin again to love yourself, to accept yourself, to be yourself again.
You still have so many things to experience and your life doesn’t have to stop just because you’re too preoccupied looking back into the past.
You have nothing to lose, because your next destination might be the place where you belong.
“I really wasn’t happy with myself,” he said. “I believe it was because I wasn’t my authentic self doing what I really wanted to do in my life.”
What if every painful thing you faced was actually pushing you forward, pushing you down a different road, a better road, the road you’re meant to be on?
The beautiful thing about your lowest point, about reaching an end, about falling and crashing and hitting the ground, is that the only direction you can take from here is up.
I have hope. I have hope that there is greater love out there.
Let me get that text or that call, let me remember what it feels like to be loved, to be remembered. Let me know that he still cares.
People will come into your life and teach you lessons then leave when they are fulfilled.
The beauty in starting over is that it helps you find the blessings in endings. The good in goodbyes and what lies on the other side of fear, the magic that lies beyond your comfort zone and the wonderful things life has to offer you when you decide to look up.