Something I am good at: Love. I am good at love.
Extract hope from tragedy instead of attributing it to the fact that “everything happens for a reason.” Because frankly, not everything does and in a way, that is kind of comforting.
People pull away, fade away, go away and we are left to pick up the pieces. This is the time in which we will find out the most about ourselves.
I know what it is like to be broken. And I am so incredibly lucky that I do. I can understand life on a deeper level.
It’s been brilliant.
I have been on the other side of heartbreak before: the side with the endless amount of tears, the loss of identity and the overwhelming, hovering grief.
And not only will you never know, you will never understand, which are two very different concepts.
It was the memory of us that wouldn’t allow me to sleep at night. It was the remnants of mental images of us that caused me so many tears. It was the thought of us together that made this pain so excruciating.
You will no longer crave their words in your ear or their touch on your skin. You do not need them to live a fulfilled life.
They are worth all of the pain that you will feel in their absence. They are worth the looks you will receive from people who cannot fathom being in a relationship through college. They are worth the distance.