Every so-called ‘heartbreak’ was better for me, I was being saved from something malicious or someone manipulative. Every heartbreak was a wake-up call that I needed to change something about myself to be a better person.
It’s like everything you once thought was reality becomes this painted lie.
There is so much waiting for you when you can shift your perspective just a little.
I wish I could tell you that I’m sorry, even though I’ve already said it so many times. I’m sorry that I tend to self-sabotage when I’m too afraid of trusting my own happiness.
Because forgetting her will be the easy part.
You break your own heart when you hang out with people who don’t value you.
I didn’t walk too far, there’s nowhere to go in the city anyway, and I stand outside the door, and again I have a choice, another fork in the road
When you left, when you finally walked away from what was never going to work, I noticed something happen. Something strange. I started to feel like myself again.
You’re protective of your independence. After you had your heart broken, you worked hard to carve out independence for yourself and you’re not willing to give that up.
This is for anyone who’s happier now, who feels healthier now, who has realized refusing to wait for him to come around was the best decision they could have made.