Sometimes there is no cheating and lying. Sometimes we just go our separate ways.
I don’t blame it entirely on him or me but I blame it on my age. I felt like my life was ruined.
If you don’t acknowledge all of this, and you are intent on “healing his broken heart”, more times than not you will end up being the rebound chick.
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.
When I looked into your eyes, suddenly all other girls didn’t matter anymore; everything went silent and the only thing louder than your voice that evening was the pounding of my heart.
If you love them enough to want to sleep next to them every night, you love them enough to get through this. Tell them that. They’ll be grateful.
My advice? Give the Universe and it’s capital U the finger, quit self-pity and fall in love with your life on your own terms.
I know I’m not alone in this process. I know a lot of you reading this have done the same thing. You might even be doing it right now.
Your life will not always be a construct of recovery; your life, one day, will be a compilation of things beyond what is necessary to focus care and thought towards in the present.
The day will come. You will feel whole again. They will not be your first thought when you wake up, and they will not be your last before you go to sleep.