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Date someone who loves books. Someone who takes you on magical journeys with all of the tales that they can tell and all of the stories they have read. Someone who is gentle and empathetic as they are full of depth
Let me clear on this from one survivor to another, from one victim to another: You do not have to forgive anyone except yourself to start your healing journey. The person who hurt you, who abused you does not deserve your forgiveness, you deserve your own forgiveness.
Here is a hard thing to admit. Sometimes you are the most toxic person in the room. Sometimes, you have allowed the world to bring you down so much that you spew negativity.
The universe knew that human beings would have their hearts broken a lot and it gave the heart the power of reincarnation, so it could heal itself from even the most colossal of heartaches and love again brand new. Isn’t that incredible? That your heart is capable of loving again, no matter how badly it has been hurt?
You see, here is the brutal truth about people: they may have the absolute best intentions, but they will, like the leaves of the trees that promised they would never leave, drift away. They are temporary and unreliable. They have their own issues to work through, and no matter how much they promise they are going to be there for you, people will let you down. It’s human nature.
This is how true love happens. This is how lasting love happens. It is not the movie theatre type of romance, it is not grand gestures, and dying confessions. Love, real love, is in the quiet of a thunderstorm feeling safe.
Some people survive and talk about it. Some people survive and go silent. Some people survive and create. Everyone deals with unimaginable pain in their own way, and everyone is entitled to that, without judgement.
Thank you because even with all the pain and the heartache and the pain, I do not regret you, you were not a mistake. You were not something to forget easily.
What you have right now is not going to get better if you avoid bettering it by hunting for a secret door out of your life into a magically better one.
No, I am not going to sit here and pretend the problem was me when very clearly it was you. You don’t get to treat me like I am nothing but a fire you need to warm your hands by only to douse it out when the time has come to leave.
