No matter what I did, my broken heart would not be mended. It was then I discovered that maybe it wasn’t supposed to be. Maybe my heart was meant to stay broken.
I am proud of you for using your head. I am proud of you for discerning for yourself instead of blindly following what I believe. When I raised you to make your own decisions, I did not just mean what clothes you would wear or what food you would eat – political decisions are included, too. To see you making your own decisions assures me I raised you well.
Casual dating is not the problem. The problem comes when we stop viewing the dating casually and start viewing the people casually. When we look across the table and only see empty latte cups instead of the beautifully intricate souls drinking them.
You will get over me, I promise. You will fall in love with someone who will love you better than a girl too busy collecting the remnants of her broken heart.
Thank you for taking your love away so I could find it hidden in myself. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I appreciate, John Green, your portrayal of love caught in a web of sickness. And to tell you the truth, I fell for it – until I lived it.