Perhaps it is one of the most tragic parts of life. Maybe even more so than we think.
To still want someone after it all. To feel so deeply for someone who never felt the same for you.
That it has become such a one sided affair. Absurd and unfair.
To rewind and want everything back. To be such an emotional mess because of a song that reminds you of what was. And know will never be again.
Accepting what was and is seem to be the only answer. Try to explain. You can’t.
Can’t go back. Foolish as it seems because we all want to. The cruel irony. The cruel twist of fate.
To feel so much so deeply for someone. When words just seem to fall short despite of months of stories.
We would all go back and do it all over again. Don’t lie. It’s alright. I would.
The game has been played. Lies told. True motives revealed. For reasons we can’t explain, we still feel the same way.
Do they? No, I doubt it. But it’s alright. We didn’t lose them. They lost us.
Because we still feel the same way. They live on in us. We still own that piece. Better to own a piece if you can’t have the whole.
They, however, let go. They no longer have us. We’ll never know for sure.
Tragic. Perplexing how the human heart works. Amazing how strong love is.
Hold on to that part of them you still have, will you? Don’t let go. No matter how much it hurts. Just hold on, beloved. Love from afar.
We’re all tired. But the show must go on. The game continues. Keep breathing.
You’ll be alright, love. As we all will be.
It’s alright to cry. To sing, to talk to others about it. The strange thing there is that because of our brokenness, we find friendship and… love. Curious, isn’t it?
Thank them. For that one period in your life they were yours. Thank them. It doesn’t matter if you were lied to, betrayed, used, played… You learned something. And you LOVED. And I think you still do.
Now, do me a favor. Love yourself. Yes, it’s difficult, I know. But you must.
As I do now for myself.
Stumble, fall, get up. It does matter. It does make a difference.
Keep on loving. Keep on missing. But keep moving forward.
This world is too small and believe me, you’ll cross paths with them sooner or later. Look around you. Chin up. Deep breathes.
I’ll be alright. You will be too. Take my hand and hold others as well. Let’s take a walk, shall we?
Jealous? Yes. Angry? Sure. Want to get drunk? Let’s do it.
Crying? Missing them? Feel stuck? Nothing wrong with that. Come now.
The stark contrast of appreciating love and the beauty of it is that we must and should get hurt. In your frailty, your vulnerable state, you realize how magnificent it is to feel such things.
I’ve got your back. I know you have mine. It’s not so bad now, right?