“If it beeps three times…he comes.”
So, even, if you reach the point of getting better, you’ll never lose the part of you that hurt. It’ll always lurk there.
What happens if your motivator leaves your life? Your North Star who guides you through the stormy gale, just disappears out sight. What would you do? You know the saying, “If you love something, set it free.
It can happen so fast. One day you can think you have everything together. You can believe you’re finally over them.
No one taught me how to grieve. It’s not something that you learn in school, or even something you learn from your family. I don’t even think you can learn it by watching others grieve. Grieving is private.
Once you start loving yourself again and putting yourself first, you will eventually feel that it’s the right time to re-connect with your ex and start a friendship (if you even want to).
I guess, the only thing time does is getting you used to the pain, the hollow part of you; I don’t think it really heals you, maybe it does, but it will never be enough.
The tick-tocks of time then forced us to be in the present moment, and we cursed into the air on how the hours went on a full speed while all we want is to keep each second we had with them.
It could be a one hour wait before you have to board your flight, or it might be a 10hr long lay over … whatever the airport wait is, it doesn’t have to be a torture.
The number of instances in which you sent the “On my way!!” text while you were still putting on pants is inappropriate.