You may not be able to control rejection, but you certainly can control the way you mentally and emotionally respond to rejection.
I will not let myself be defined by a man who walked away.
You once called me for over three hours. You told me you were an honest person and you never lied. And then you said the real kicker, you promised you would never hurt me. And I believed you.
Heartbreak is not meant to be a permanent resident.
Saying goodbye doesn’t mean feelings go out the window. Ending things doesn’t mean that emotions die and wither. Closure just puts an imaginary smiley face on top of your heart. An imaginary coat of paint to mask the hurt.
I want to tell him everything. That my heart feels like it was smashed in the concrete and stomped on and over and over. I want to tell him that I thought he was different. That I thought he’d be the one to change everything.
But just as I did, you will get over this person. Millions of people have been heartbroken before. But it didn’t kill them and it won’t kill you. You are resilient whether you know it or not. You are strong and you are brave, whether you know it or not.
I had turned a human into my home, too naive to notice the thousands of signs warning me against doing so.
I don’t know what a life without out you would even look like or feel like. But I do know this might be better for both of us.
You’re totally fine, and then it hits. The pain. The agony. The sobbing into your best friend’s blouse at 3AM, surrounded by pizza crust and empty beer bottles.