The day after ''the end''
The day when you finally have to pick yourself up, and continue life even if hes not by your side anymore. The day when you wake up and say : '' Thats it. All i have is myself now.'' The day when you feel your heart a hundred times more heavier. The day when melancholy isnt just a fancy word. The day when you wake up and it feels like is your last one.
This is me telling you its not. This is me telling you, YOU CAN. You can continue having the life you had before. You can smile again. You can love again, just as much. YOU WILL love again just as much. It might take you two days, four weeks or five years. It needs patience.
It took me 3 years. Now i can say I'm happy without him. I'm happy without his ''Goodmorning'' or ''Goodnight'' text, things i thought i could never get over. Without him telling me I'm pretty. I don't need him telling me I'm worth it cause sure as hell know i am. I'M HAPPY.
The first 1,5 year after i broke up with him i filled a notebook. A notebook full of thoughts and whys and what ifs. I described him as evil, as a hurricane, as everything i hate.
But then, i realized that he was only a person. A person made of flesh and bones, just like me. It was a boy who didn't want me in his life anymore and that's that.
The moment you will come to this realization is the moment you will know that he wasn't everything you've ever dreamed of, he was just a boy. You will know that somewhere else, there's a heart, who beats only for you, and it only desires to make you happy and question why you thought you would never get over him.
kate, 10816
This is me telling you its not. This is me telling you, YOU CAN. You can continue having the life you had before. You can smile again. You can love again, just as much. YOU WILL love again just as much. It might take you two days, four weeks or five years. It needs patience.
It took me 3 years. Now i can say I'm happy without him. I'm happy without his ''Goodmorning'' or ''Goodnight'' text, things i thought i could never get over. Without him telling me I'm pretty. I don't need him telling me I'm worth it cause sure as hell know i am. I'M HAPPY.
The first 1,5 year after i broke up with him i filled a notebook. A notebook full of thoughts and whys and what ifs. I described him as evil, as a hurricane, as everything i hate.
But then, i realized that he was only a person. A person made of flesh and bones, just like me. It was a boy who didn't want me in his life anymore and that's that.
The moment you will come to this realization is the moment you will know that he wasn't everything you've ever dreamed of, he was just a boy. You will know that somewhere else, there's a heart, who beats only for you, and it only desires to make you happy and question why you thought you would never get over him.
kate, 10816
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