Ouch. Heartbreak you hurt.
It's amazing how thick skinned we are supposed to be in love and loss. How we're supposed to move along as if the heartbreaks of the past mean nothing. We are supposed to throw up bows and break away from everything we felt before. We're programmed to find all the wrong-doings, the flaws in character, and the disappointments in a relationship and move on (quickly ideally). Because "you're so much better than him", right? Wrong.
Since this blog has apparently turned into slabs of my heart on paper for the world to see, I guess this is where I go all in.
Heart is the new balls.
I realize this might sound a bit silly to write given the amount of time that has passed since my previous breakup but I decided I simply don't give a shit. Because in reality, this isn't solely about my previous relationship. It's also about my first real heartbreak in college, the death of a close friend at a pivotal age, and the dismantling of my parents marriage in a messy and gut wrenching manner.
Love fucking hurts.
So lame, right?!
But in the end, as cliche as the saying is... it's better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all. No matter how long it made your heart swell in abundance and shiver in sadness, no matter who or what or when it happened, no matter where in your life you were and how far you've come, love is all that matters.
Repeat after me. Love. Is. All. That. Matters.
So that's what you gotta do. You gotta love. Love those that hurt you. Love those that love you. Love anyone and everyone that crosses this precious life path of yours.
Love. Love. Love... and love hard.
And if you get hurt, know that it's ok. It means that you tried. You gave your heart away. You opened the doors for someone to feel you, to know you, to get close enough to hurt you (ouch). Be grateful to feel this heartbreak, because at least you can feel.
Love. Learn. Grow.
... and never stop.
Don't you ever stop loving.