Will everything be all right?
Those are one of the first questions that entered my mind after my ex decided to break up with me. For a moment, I thought I lost everything. The only thing I was keen on was to be there for him, to make him smile because his happiness meant everything to me---because his happiness used to be me.
I remember telling myself I will be okay and I recall crying as much. A part of me certainly knows things will get better because they always do. But the feeling of sadness was too intense to even make me realize that things will actually be all good. How could I even tell myself that I am better when the pain won't go away? How could I see the light when I have fallen into the deepest abyss?
Some friends just have to realize that wallowing, at least for me, is purging and not succumbing to the situation. I wanted to cry because I wanted to drain myself of the love that is supposed to be for this person. And the more the love you have, the longer it takes to empty the tank.
After more than a month, I find myself smiling again. Now my mind is clearing up and the purging is on its way to finally being emptied. Things are a lot better now. My ex was right. He said he needed to leave because there could be something better than what we have. I see better and brighter everywhere now.
Thanks to a bunch of friends and a certain special someone, the astigmatic vision brought by my pains have slowly dissipated. They have made things clearer and brighter like magic spectacles or that high contrast button on your LCD TV. But a part of that happiness comes from understanding myself more.
I am ready to love again with all my heart. I would give my all because I can. Whatever happens after, I am certain of my heart's resilience and that everything will be all right.
I remember telling myself I will be okay and I recall crying as much. A part of me certainly knows things will get better because they always do. But the feeling of sadness was too intense to even make me realize that things will actually be all good. How could I even tell myself that I am better when the pain won't go away? How could I see the light when I have fallen into the deepest abyss?
Some friends just have to realize that wallowing, at least for me, is purging and not succumbing to the situation. I wanted to cry because I wanted to drain myself of the love that is supposed to be for this person. And the more the love you have, the longer it takes to empty the tank.
After more than a month, I find myself smiling again. Now my mind is clearing up and the purging is on its way to finally being emptied. Things are a lot better now. My ex was right. He said he needed to leave because there could be something better than what we have. I see better and brighter everywhere now.
Thanks to a bunch of friends and a certain special someone, the astigmatic vision brought by my pains have slowly dissipated. They have made things clearer and brighter like magic spectacles or that high contrast button on your LCD TV. But a part of that happiness comes from understanding myself more.
I am ready to love again with all my heart. I would give my all because I can. Whatever happens after, I am certain of my heart's resilience and that everything will be all right.