I know that now you don’t see a way out and that you’ve reached your breaking point.
You can’t seem to pick up your broken pieces, and you simply don’t know what to do to get yourself out of this emotional mess.
This man meant the world to you, and when he left you, everything collapsed.
It’s not just that you can’t stand the fact that you miss him. It is also the betrayal and the disappointment he left behind.
It is the fact that all of your dreams and hopes were for nothing that is killing you.
All of the should haves and could haves that are haunting you.
No matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to grasp that all the future plans you had with this man aren’t going to happen and that you guys won’t make another memory together.
At the same time, you can’t help but blame yourself for wasting years on someone who was obviously never worthy of your trust and love.
For giving so many second chances to the relationship which was doomed to fail from the very beginning.
Without even being fully aware of it, slowly, you are starting to give up on love.
The man you loved more than any other did you all of this and made your life hell, so what exactly can you expect from anyone else?
This guy didn’t just hurt you. He also made you believe that you aren’t meant to be loved and that you’ll never find your true happiness.
After everything that has happened, you are left convinced that you’ll spend the rest of your life suffering for this asshole.
That you’ll carry this emotional burden on your chest forever and that his absence will always cause you this devastating pain that’s been completely tearing you apart.
You can’t help but think that you’ll never get over him and that you are destined to remain in this misery for as long as you breathe.
Well, let me tell you one thing—that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Yes, I know you don’t believe me.
I know you think I am only saying all of this to make you feel better, and that my words are nothing more but empty phrases.
But trust me—one of these days, you won’t even notice that you’ve started to heal.
Just like that, one morning, you’ll wake up with a smile on your face, and you won’t fall asleep, trying to chase away the pain that’s been crushing your heart.
I won’t lie to you—moving on doesn’t happen overnight.
This is not me trying to convince you that one day, you’ll miraculously forget that this guy ever existed or that someone will bring you a magic stick to erase his existence from your memory.
The truth is that it will take you a while to recover from all the pain you’ve been through.
That it will take a lot to come to terms with everything that has happened and to accept all of it as a part of life.
However, I promise you one thing—you will learn to live without him.
You will grow to unlove him the same way you grew to love him.
because time really is the best possible healer, and it will heal your broken heart as well.
One of these days, you’ll take off your rose-tinted sunglasses, and finally, you’ll start seeing this guy for who he really is—an asshole who doesn’t deserve another moment of your attention.
You’ll see that you are so much better than him and that losing him was actually the best thing that has ever happened to you.
Most importantly, you’ll understand that he was a part of your life to teach you a lesson: that not all people are meant to stay and that you are way stronger than you think; to teach you to always love yourself and to teach you to handle pain the best way possible.
No, you won’t hate him when this happens.
Because you’ll finally be at peace—at peace with your pain, at peace with him, and most of all, at peace with yourself.
You won’t be angry nor will you want revenge either.
Because you’ll forgive him for everything he’s done. You’ll accept the apologies you never got, knowing it is the only way for you to free yourself.
And for the first time ever you’ll be completely indifferent.
Yes, this man will come through your mind from time to time.
However, your heart won’t ache anymore.
You won’t feel like you are dying from the inside every time someone mentions his name.
The songs you guys listened to together won’t bring tears in your eyes. You won’t have the need to die when you imagine him next to another woman.
You won’t give a damn whether he is OK or not, and you won’t have the urge to know what is going on in his life.
You’ll accept him as a part of your past and nothing else.
You’ll feel literally nothing when you think of him.
And that is when you’ll know you’ve really moved on.
