Find what you love and let it kill you.
I miss the way you told me you really loved me, but that’s what happens when a couple breaks up; the love fades, and you have to get used to not hearing, ‘I miss you,’ or ‘I love you,’ anymore. And the rest of your days are spent on trying to let go, or trying to move on. Or convincing that still hopeful heart of yours, that there isn’t a chance left in the world that you’ll both end up being together again. Then you have to face the heartache that comes with the thought of your love being with someone else, and realize your chances of ever being with them again are getting more and more thinner each day. Until one day, you finally move on.
I don’t know why we all hang on to something when we know we’re better off letting go. It’s like we’re scared to lose what we don’t even really have. Some of us say we’d rather have that something than absolutely nothing, but the truth is, when you let it all go something better will come along.
The one that is meant for us is going to be the hardest to get, the hardest to keep, and the hardest to accept because through all that the love will grow stronger. Love wasn’t made to be easy, otherwise we wouldn’t end up with the right person. We would end up with the first one who comes along. By struggling we single out the wrong ones and realize who really is the one.
If you hold back on the emotions — if you don’t allow yourself to go all the way through them — you can never get to being detached, you’re too busy being afraid. You’re afraid of the pain, you’re afraid of the grief. You’re afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely. You know what pain is. You know what love is. You know what grief is. And only then can you say, ‘all right. I have experienced that emotion. I recognize that emotion. Now I need to detach from that emotion for a moment.