I know, I hate it too.
This is an excerpt from a...essay? I don't know what exactly it is, but Kerry sent it to me when I was having a hard time dealing with some shit that was going down, admittidly I didn't really see how it fit my situation at the time. I recently got it back in one of those cheesy "your my best friend lets be friends forever" emails and re-reading it has shed some light.
"Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season."
I realized that Derek was indeed nothing more than a season. Oddly, summer. We got close in June, in October everything started to fall apart, the season ended in December. This is gonna sound really odd, but I've come to think of him as a scar that I got while doing something totally awesome like skydiving. I loved him so much, I've never been able to say that I have ever been in love with anyone else, and then it was over. I'll always have him in the back of my mind, something will always be there to remind me of him so I don't go too long without thinking about him. Like a scar. I've decided to go with a metephorical scar because it hurt so much and still stings everyonce in a while, besides, tattoo would bring to mind that aweful pop song thats overplayed on the radio right now. The trick in the whole situation is accepting that it was only temporary and moving on.
"Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season."
I realized that Derek was indeed nothing more than a season. Oddly, summer. We got close in June, in October everything started to fall apart, the season ended in December. This is gonna sound really odd, but I've come to think of him as a scar that I got while doing something totally awesome like skydiving. I loved him so much, I've never been able to say that I have ever been in love with anyone else, and then it was over. I'll always have him in the back of my mind, something will always be there to remind me of him so I don't go too long without thinking about him. Like a scar. I've decided to go with a metephorical scar because it hurt so much and still stings everyonce in a while, besides, tattoo would bring to mind that aweful pop song thats overplayed on the radio right now. The trick in the whole situation is accepting that it was only temporary and moving on.