You understand that time cannot possibly reverse itself, and so, in all the glory of your grief, you curse yourself for your inability to make amends and your remarkable lack of appreciation of their existence.
I think you’re moving on, I know you are. I need to do the same, but there is a part of me that can’t, more so, I simply do not want to.
Every piece of your story molds you into the person you are meant to become. Without pain, we cannot appreciate joy. Without struggles, we cannot appreciate success.
Life chats that drag on until the wee hours of the morning.
The second worst part next to heartbreak is getting over it. For me, it’s the same kind of grief you experience as when a relative or loved one dies.
It’s a work in progress. Yet I know it’s going to happen. You won’t know it, nor will it affect you in any way. Yet, we are taught that forgiveness sets you free.
What I learnt is that time is just as valuable as money, and the richest people aren’t those who have the most cash to spend. They’re the ones who know how to enjoy each moment to the fullest.
I do not know how to rid myself of you. “I don’t know what I want right now” is your current standing and that I understand.
How many days go by where you did nothing to move toward your big goals? Probably too many. Life is busy.
I do not want him anymore and I do not need to force myself to “not want him.” He showed me what love was not. He showed me that words can sometimes just be words, and he put more effort into gaining my love than giving me his.