This is hard for me, because I feel that in ways, I haven't gotten over my own. Break ups plain and simply, are tough. The aspect that hits you the hardest is watching someone walk away, knowing that you may never see them again...for a long time.
The person that you spent almost every living moment with is gone.
They may never speak to the voice that they fell in love with, or recognize the face they kissed countless times ever again.
When I broke up with my first boyfriend, I remember feeling as if he died, I felt that if I was mourning a loss.
When we visualize a break-up I think that often times we think of the whole "forget you" stage. That when you break up, you go burn everything in a fire, and push every memory of them out of your mind.
I spent three years with my boyfriend. So the "forget you" stage wasn't quite that easy, in fact, I haven't gotten past it yet. I don't think I ever will.
(I know....what am I thinking?)
In all honesty, I say omit the "forget you stage," gosh darn it, that was three years of your life.
How do you forget three years of your life?
You don't.
At three years old, a child should be able to say their name, catch and throw a ball, name colors, dress and undress themselves, and they are even able to use scissors.
Can you imagine, if you woke up one day, and couldn't do any of this?
You'd be lost.
Whether you were together for a week or 10 years, that person was meant to be in your life. God put them there for a reason. We commonly say that when two break up that they "weren't meant to be". This has never been so false.
They were meant to teach you something you couldn't learn on your own.
Our relationship wasn't a mistake, it was a miracle. I got to spend three years of my life loving an amazing human being. Our little infinity was perfect.
We weren't meant to work, but we were meant to be.
He hurt me, shattered my heart, and made me feel broken. But for the sake of every good memory before that, I will not forget him.
There was a time in my life, when I would run into things that reminded me of him, and I would break down into tears.
But why? When you look at childhood pictures, you don't cry.
Those objects were GOOD memories. This was such a happy time in my life. I now look at these same things and smile. I take a second to soak up the good memories, and move onward to even better.
I will never forget him. I think about him everyday even if it's just for a second. I even pray for him like I would my own friends. Knowing that he is happy, made the healing process easier.
Our lives were bettered by being together for the short time we were
People come and go, but they were always meant to be.
Here's some old pictures for fun.....good memories :)
