Heartbreak is not meant to be a permanent resident.
I had turned a human into my home, too naive to notice the thousands of signs warning me against doing so.
I no longer love you. It’s as simple as that. It’s as difficult as that. I’m no longer in love with you. And nothing is as simple as that. Nothing is more difficult than that.
You deserve to lead your best possible life without him dragging you down. You deserve to be happy in your current reality without being trapped in old memories. You deserve to be unabashedly yourself without anyone dimming your light.
I have learned that loving you means letting you leave.
I am no longer afraid to let go of what will never be, and accept that I am stronger because of what happened, and deserving of far more than you could ever give.
Let the past be the past, and watch ‘what could have been’ simply float away. Give life the chance to surprise you, teach you, heal you, as you willingly shed the heaviness that’s been holding you back for so long.
Healing comes when we let God not just fill, but also heal, the hole that the guy left there. He not only heals the hole but also make the heart WHOLE through that healing
And why is it that I’ve become so accustomed
to the thought of my life
without you in it?
When all you want to do is move on, but he makes it damn near impossible.