Time is a funny concept. The more you care about it, the more it eludes you, the more you wait for it, the longer it feels and the more you race against it, the more you lose.
Time told me that like him, I needed to move forward. And now I’m okay again, thanks to Time.
It was as true as gravity; and too, like gravity,
a rule by which he had long accepted to live.
While we wish that we could tell ourselves and others that we are struggling, we refuse to accept our own weaknesses. We blame our failure to launch, or our refusal to extend ourselves beyond our reach on bullshit excuses like time.
“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).