I know I’m not easy to love but when I love, I love hard, I fully give my all.
It crushed me. We were falling apart and I knew I had to distract myself, to cushion me from the pain. I’ve never met someone like you.
You know it won’t be like this forever. I mean, you hope. Because that’s what your friends and parents say. That’s what every advice article says. That’s what I’ve even said before. But, will you? Will he or her? Will I? Can you ever stop loving the person you gave your heart to? Can you ever heal that part of your heart that they took from you?
If I’m being honest, it has been a long road full of guilt, frustration, and tears. And it’s had me thinking recently, how different are our physical injuries from the emotional ones?
You find yourself speculating what it would be like to be like the others. To move on without looking back, to listen to that particular song without tears streaming down your cheeks, to delete the photos of a time when everything was perfect in a heartbeat. You miss the ones who broke your heart.
I don’t blame it entirely on him or me but I blame it on my age. I felt like my life was ruined.
Do you want things to change but you’re afraid of change the most?
I’m battling with the universe for my place in it, everything tells me I’m so insignificant.
Since I was a kid, they have been my parents and mentors and friends. I’d come home from school and watch sitcom after sitcom all day and night. For better or worse, they raised me. And still do.
Embrace the relapse for what it is: a fragmented memory about someone who once loved you. Allow yourself to give into it and then let it go.