Because that is what breaking up is. The death of a life that you once imagined with him, a grave appearing inside your head in which you bury your memories so they don’t hurt you.
Do more than smile at that boy with kind eyes you see every day at the bus stop.
So here’s a truth you may not want to hear. You aren’t supposed to forget. That is not how you can let go.
You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.
Let us raise girls who don’t just wait to be rescued, but take their destiny in their own hands.
Remember the determined young person you used to be. And believe in yourself again.
The truth is, people are different. So the way they love is completely different.
This is what depressed people mean when they say they feel devoured by sadness, unable to escape the pain inside their own heads.
Listen child, the world is not an easy place to live in.
You are too beautiful to be art.