It’s getting up and going to the gym instead of laying in bed and crying.
Set a deadline to move on. According to Brown, a neuroscientist at Einstein College of Medicine, the pain of a romantic breakup can last up to six months to two years.
Disconnecting from pain inevitably disconnects us from other aspects of ourselves. After years of denial, we sometimes become strangers to our own selves.
The relationships that scare me these days are the ones that hurt. But the one that will heal me. The ones where I suddenly have something to lose.
The heartache from losing my wife is unequivocal to anything I’ve felt before.
Don’t get me wrong, heartbreak still hurts. It hurts no matter who you are.
I will be 28 next week, and I just moved back in with my parents. I am once again back to square one in regards to my relationships and my future, and I have no idea what to do with myself.
You’re the burn that left a scar reminding me to stay away from blazing flames.
“I could get used to this,” I said. I guess that was my way of telling you, “The harmony of this very moment is making my love for you grow roots.”
Goodbye to brewery hopping. Your grandmother. That first moment I finally noticed you when you gently touched the bottom of my foot. Summer at the shore. Ice cream, beach, family weirdness.