Let it hurt. Because the more you feel it now, the less you’ll feel it later. Keep breathing. Keep air cycling through your lungs and let that breath reaffirm your life when you feel like you want to die. Care for yourself physically when your emotions are battered and exhausted. Drink water, nap, exercise out the pain and the anger. Keep breathing. Keep feeling. Care for yourself the way you would care for a wounded pet or a beloved child. Know that the shattering of something you wanted is clearing the way for something more, something better. Not a better person but a better fit, a better match.
Know that you are loved, even if it doesn’t feel that way. Yes, your heart has been tossed onto the funeral pyre to go up in flames, but the old heart must disintegrate before a new heart can be born.
If you feel like your heart is a blackened, charred cinder of nothing in your chest – congratulations. You tried. You opened up. You exposed your tender bits and even though it feels like a tiger just ripped out your jugular – you won. Because you were brave. Because the only people who find victory are the ones who are also open to taking a beating. Letting someone near your tender, easily bruised heart is the ultimate act of courage.
So lick your wounds and keep letting those emotions rise to the surface because the power of that hurt, that anger, will keep walls from forming, will keep the arteries to your heart from hardening. That means that when the time is right and the person is right, you will get what you always wanted.
Trust that whatever happens is leading you toward something better, something more suited, something more beautiful. The old and broken must dissolve before the new can sidle in. If you feel that you are the one who’s old and broken, allow that to disintegrate too. Because you are as whole and perfect now as you were on the day you were born.
Yes, you loved that person, for their beauty, their foibles, their unique humanness. Of course you did. But they were not the source of that love you felt, they were only its mirror. That love came from you, when you decided to focus it on them and their beauty, their foibles, their unique humanness. Once you’ve grieved and felt all the painful things we’d prefer not to feel, once you’ve realized that feeling those feelings makes the feelings dissipate, even if it takes longer than you’d like – that’s when you can open up again to the next gorgeous, foible-filled human who catches the strings of your heart.
Love is not limited to one person, one life, one source. Begin to feel love in everything that surrounds you – a home you love, a pet you adore, books that make you happy, the movement of the leaves in the trees. It’s everywhere and the more you see it, the more it will find you. Because you were born to be loved and that love surrounds you, even now.