Sure, you spend the majority of your day thinking about them. You spend hours at work, thinking about their lips and their hands and their face. You spend your lunch break missing the way they wrapped their arms around you even when you weren’t cold. And then you spend your nights tossing and turning, wishing so desperately that they were beside you. That they were with you now.
You miss them. You desperately want them back. But you do not need them. I know you think you do, but you don’t.
You see, you don’t need their smile or laughter or body. You don’t need his hands or her eyes. You don’t need their hearts to make you happy. You just need yours.
There are seven billion people in this world. You will find another him. You will find another her. And honestly, and truthfully, you will find someone better than this person. One day you’ll find someone who won’t close the door on your heart.
But for now, you have you and that’s a pretty magical thing to have. Your heart still beats. Your eyelashes still flutter. Your lungs still fill with air. Your veins and bones still live on. Without him. And without her.
You don’t need them to survive. And I know right now it feels like you could die without them. I know right now, it feels like you could just drop dead. And maybe you want to. But you need to continue on. You need to keep fighting. And living.
You need to learn that you can feel just as alive on your own. You need to learn that you can feel just as beautiful, if not more so, without them.
You don’t need their eyes for you to see how wonderful you are. You don’t need their encouragement to be reminded of all the reasons you are smart and clever. You don’t need their heart to beat next to yours, for you to know how lovable you are.
Sure, right now you’re suffering. And that’s not something to brush off. That’s not something to take lightly. But every storm has to end. And eventually, your pain will lessen. That doesn’t mean you’ll forget. That doesn’t mean you’ll stop loving them or caring for them. It just means that your heart will hurt less and less, until you feel whole again. Whole with just you.
But until that happens, keep on smiling on your own. Keep crying and keep breathing. Keep falling and flying. Keep on doing what makes you happy. And keep having patience.
One day, you’ll know why. Because one day, you won’t need them. Or miss them. Or think about them. And then you’ll have everything you could want. You’ll have your happiness and your freedom.