I told him I was bad with directions so he drew me a map showing me the way to his heart and told me that if I ever get lost, he can be home.
One day, ten years from now, you’ll look back and understand why it had to end.
This pain is not, and can never be turned into something beautiful but there are more wonderful things left in this world you deserve to see. Ignore them when they question the way you heal. This is your trauma, not theirs.
You are not broken.
“You’re not my biggest heartbreak anymore,” I whispered, and thousands of memories came flashing back to me, out of control in all directions. “But you’re still my great love,” I breathed, and it felt like truly letting go, like the steady calmness after a storm. A sigh of relief, finally.
A part of you knew this was coming but you ignored it until the decision tattooed itself right in your chest, right through your bones – you want to start over without them.
You will remember him and it will not feel like all the bones in your body are broken.