"If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we’re apart.. i’ll always be with you."
"If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever"
so my boyfriend of 14 months and I broke up yesterday. it was a mutual decision for both of us, but it was pretty bad—emotional wise. neither of us were happy, me in particular. i told him 2 months ago that i wasn’t happy…but that i was trying. but that caused him to be unhappy. it’s rough because we really care about each other a lot, so it just seemed wrong to break up, but sometimes love isn’t enough I guess. we both tried so hard to make it work, but in the end, I guess it just didn’t matter.
he cried yesterday, and I managed to keep myself together throughout the day. my best friend slept over last night, so I didn’t want to lose it with her sleeping next to me-but it was really hard to keep myself together. the more i thought about it, the more i felt like i was falling apart; the pain i was feeling was so sharp and real. i’m not even sure how to describe it, except for a mixture of dread, anxiety, and unbearable sadness in my chest.
i’m sure i’ll finally fall to pieces later tonight when i’m all alone. if it was the right thing to do, then how come i don’t feel better? how come this hurts so much?
the important thing is not to be bitter over life’s disappointments. learn to let go of the past, and recognize that every day won’t be sunny. and when you find yourself lost in the darknessof despair, remember, it’s only in the black of night that you see the stars, and those stars lead you back home. — One Tree Hill
i believe there is a force in this world that lives beneath the surface, something primitive and wild thatawakens when you need an extra push to survive, like wildflowers that bloom after fire turns the forest black. most people are afraid of it, and keep it buried deep inside themselves. but there will always be a few people who have the courage to love what isuntamed inside us. — Flicka