This me accepting that a heart that is broken is still worthy of love.
I am forgiving myself for being too clumsy on giving my heart, on falling in love, on making mistakes in choosing the wrong ones, for being hurt over and over again.
Maybe we need to remind ourselves that love isn’t supposed to make sense all the time. It isn’t supposed to be easy, or wrapped up in a pretty box with a neatly-tied bow.
You forgive them by removing yourself from the situation. The longer you dwell in it, in the heartache, the more it festers.
Because the only way out is through.
Don’t become part of the problem.
We need to remember ourselves. We can talk to someone that understands, or seek comfort in another person’s warmth; but ultimately, healing comes from within as we learn to come to terms with ourselves.
Maybe if I realize that losing you was not of God, and not meant to break me, but to build me, I can decide to let you go happily, knowing that where I go next will be where I need to be.
I just have to live.
You should not be judged by the way you’re hurting. No one can tell you what you should and shouldn’t feel.