But the best thing about getting your heart broken is that, once everything is said and done, once you regain your sanity, you survived it. You were not defeated. You did not actually die, no matter how much you thought you wanted to. You lost it there for a little while; you gave into your emotions and let them rule you, but there’s no crime in that. There are worse ways to go through life than to feel things passionately. The point is this: life went on. Life goes on. Heartbreak might be a bitch of a visitor, but she always leaves that gift of a reminder behind when she leaves.
- You haven’t gathered up the willpower to delete all of the photos you have saved up of the two of you on your computer, and you keep torturing yourself by looking at them when you know that you’re completely alone.
- Since the two of you have split up, all you can remember are the really good moments that you miss, and somehow your mind has managed to block out all the fights and fundamental differences that led you to break up in the first place.
- Whether or not you’ll admit it, a huge part of you is still in love with them, and you don’t know what your life is going to look like in the long term without them. You just want them to hold you and tell you it’s all going to be okay, and that they love you, too.