Not all love stories have beautiful endings. Some have failed and died and eventually becomes a ghost of our relationships past. We’ve all been there. And even that we don’t want to admit it, there always a part of us questioning why do shits like that happen.
Okay, about 3 relationships ago, i was in a complicated relationship with a discreet gay guy. I thought that, during those years, it will be acceptable to succumb to his discretion and all since my so called fairy tale fascination tells me that we will be living in a blah blah happy kind of world because for i know during that time he’s like this and he is like what i want and he likes me to0 but he is such a douche and– to make the story short, we ended up not satisfied with one another. And it was a disaster.
And i tell you it was really hard. I been there and God knows i almost want to end my life right then and there. That sudden death of romance is as painful as dying literally.
If you ever been in that situation the first two weeks will be the hardest of them all.You will miss him no matter how nicely or how badly he treated you and no matter how long or how little you had him you will miss him and you will want him to be the one that comforts you. AND THATS THE AWFUL TRUTH.
And it hurts so much more you will want to know why he did this to you and you will scream at the world and be angry even at the flowers that grow from the soil of the earth and you will collapse on the floor like a leaf falling from its tree and you will feel lost like a tourist in a foreign city and you will feel so numb that you will have to check if your heart is even beating and I am not going to sugarcoat it for you —– I am not going to tell you that he will come back and lift you out of your grave because the truth is you will have to stitch your body back together and you will have to be the one that cleans the waterfall of tears that have splashed your cheeks and no matter how much you wish for him to come back you will have to learn that most stars are already dead in light-years and you have to be the one that fixes your own gears of your contraption because you are the only one that can swim when you are drowning in your own blood!
So there. The only way is to face is to be man enough to pick up the pieces, pull yourself together and just move on and follow this simple rules:
GO OUT AND MEET AND CREATE NEW SET OF FRIENDS.
FOCUS ON YOUR WELL BEING.
ALWAYS DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY
AND BE BRAVE.
And as for my EX, I know that I can never go back to the amazing and beautiful time I shared with him. he probably won’t see this post, but if he does, then FUCK YOU. hahaha