I don’t know your story. I don’t know what happened. But I know that you’ve lost someone, and it hurts.
Maybe you lost them suddenly, like a frigid wave that knocked you down. It made you wonder for days and days after about just what had happened. Now as you sit down and try to dissect every word, every gesture, wondering what went wrong. You have been going over every moment in your head, playing the reel of your life, back and forth, back and forth, looking for signs that you may have missed for it to reach to this day.
Or maybe you lost them slowly, broken piece by piece, until you were no longer whole enough to go on, and were left stumbling, roving, trying to sew the pieces of your heart together.
I know it hurts. It hurts so bad that you have to clutch your heart and pray for it to pass. Your memories, they burn you on the inside. But you can’t let go, afraid that that’s all you’ll ever have.
I won’t tell you that it’s pointless, or that you’ll get over it. No, I’ll tell you it’s okay. It’s okay to hurt. It’s okay to pine for what’s no longer yours. It’s okay.
But there comes a point when you need to close a door not because of arrogance, nor because of any fault of yours, but simply because it doesn’t lead to any place, anymore. I know you’ve fallen hard, and how peaceful it is to just lie there on the ground, static as a stone. But after a time, you need to get back up, dust yourself and try. It’s still going to hurt. The scars don’t heal that easy, but one little step at a time, you’re getting there. Cry; let it out, you’re only human. But once you’ve drifted off to a fitful sleep, wake up, pat yourself and tell yourself you’ll be okay; because you will. Not now, but eventually. It won’t be easy, but you’re strong enough.
Just remember, what you want is not always what’s best for you. Don’t frown, my friend, you never know who’s falling in love with your smile.
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