I don’t need flowers every day. I don’t need the candles. I don’t need the sparkly presents wrapped in ribbon. That’s not the kind of romance I’m talking about. I’m talking about giving me the time of day. I’m talking about eye contact. I’m talking about telling jokes that make me throw my head back laughing.
Don’t stop. Don’t give up on yourself. Don’t let the sadness and the pain take over your every emotion. Get help. Talk to your friends that you know won’t judge you. Call someone. Breathe and know that this too shall pass.
Keep on going and walking. Keep on laughing without them. Keep on learning how to live without the love of your life.
You used to be her world. Her galaxy. Her setting sun. Her dying dawn. But with time, she realized that she was and is her own damn universe.
You light your vanilla candle, the one your best friend gave you from Bath & Body Works that smells like middle school and memories. It’s 7 pm. You’re already half drunk and exhausted. It’s only Monday.
Tomorrow. I know what you’re thinking. Tomorrow this and tomorrow that. Stop! Focus on the now, and on the present moment. For all you know, tomorrow may not come, so don’t waste your time fretting about it.
Most importantly, they will remind you every day that you are worthy of love for yourself. And they will remind you that you are still so incredibly lovable even after all this time.
Don’t go down that path. For you are by far the greatest thing that he will never get to have. And you are by far have the most wonderful and beautiful heart, that he will never get to unravel.
What’s done is done. What’s happened has already happened. Maybe it was wonderful. Maybe it wasn’t. But, regardless, I can’t keep opening up old wounds. I can’t keep picking at scars ready for them to bleed. I can’t keep opening up my heart until all of it has dissolved right in front of me.
I smile without him now. You can too.