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I’m pretty horrible at relationships and haven’t been in many long-term ones. Leaving and moving on – returning to a familiar sense of self-reliance and autonomy – is what I know that feeling is as comfortable and comforting as it might be for a different kind of person to stay.
If you’ve got to my age, you’ve probably had your heart broken many times. So it’s not that difficult to unpack a bit of grief from some little corner of your heart and cry over it.
What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name – and moving on.
I must be careful not to get trapped in the past. That’s why I tend to forget my songs.
O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that’s broken!
What’s that line from TS Eliot? To arrive at the place where you started, but to know it for the first time. I’m able to write about a breakup from a different place. Same brokenness. Same rock-bottom. But a little more informed, now I’m older. Thank God for growing up.
The words of kindness are more healing to a drooping heart than balm or honey.
Who can’t relate to the idea of leaving one chapter behind and moving on to the next?
I can still love an ex as a person, regardless if the breakup was bad. I would never wish anything negative on them. It takes more energy to hate them than to wish them well.
By forgetting the past and by throwing myself into other interests, I forget to worry.