It’s time for me to accept blame for my role in the mess that I inevitably end up in post-breakup and choose better guys.
Like any true Netflix fiend, I too fell into the “Does it spark joy?” craze. What’s interesting is that my mind translated it into something entirely different from what Marie Kondo intended.
I’m tired of holding onto this feeling, but I don’t even know how to let it go. I’m tired of dealing with my anxiety, but I don’t even know how to fix it.
If we’re not, like you said: we’ll find other people to love and who will love us back.
We even lost the person that we fell for. It’s funny how that happens. You start to hate everything about the person that made you love them in the first place.
God reminds me that happiness comes from experiencing His love. And that is why I smile through the pain. Not because I’m faking it, but because His love overwhelms me when I struggle.
I’m a sucker for a guy who is chivalrous and gentlemanly.
Let’s teach them that if they work hard and put their mind to something, they can and will achieve it.
We choose who we love. And we actively make that choice.
Thank you for the broken promises. Thank you for the happy memories. Thank you for the lessons. Thank you for leaving.