Day: It doesn’t even matter anymore

I am smiling at myself because seeing pictures of you no longer makes me cry anymore

The thought of you isn’t controlling my life

It still stings and it still hurts, yes, but it isn’t excruciating

And I see now it is a pain, a loss, I can live with

Seeing you with her doesn’t ruin my whole entire day

It doesn’t leave me thinking about you for hours

It doesn’t make me want to stay inside and cry and be alone

It stings and then slowly…it goes away

And I smile

I smile because it feels so good not to cry over you

It feels so good to see you and not want to punch something

It makes me so happy to finally be sane once more

To finally be taking the time to find myself again

Moving on is a different process for every single person

It can take hours, days, months, years

And while I am not completely healed, I am close

I no longer wonder what you’re doing or if you’re thinking about me

It just doesn’t matter anymore because I am finally over wasting time and energy on you

Moving on is possible

I am living proof that if you are hurt right now it is going to be okay

But take your time like I did

If it meant something to you it will take time

So let its run its course

But don’t let it become the course of your life

Don’t let it decide the roads you walk

Let it wash over you

Let it sink in

And then let it go and allow yourself to live once more

You can do it

Believe me, there is more than this

There is more then him or her or it


I believe in you because I did it

I finally did it.


PS: I will be starting a personal blog about lots of other things other than moving on because I have finally found I have so many other things to write about.

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DAY 53:

Its hard to explain the pain of realizing you were a stop on the way, when you spent the whole time convinced you were the destination. That you were the answer to all their problems. You were the one they wanted to come home too. The one they trusted.

The one they wanted

But it has become clear that despite everything the person for him wasn’t you. And now you’re left wondering just what you were. The way he spoke to you convinced you it was more. That it was real. That it meant as much to him as it did to you. But they were just pretty words meant to blind you in a haze of mesmerization. He was keeping you around because he was lonely. Because he didn’t know exactly what he wanted. That deep down he was waiting for something else. Someone else. Someone to help make sense of his life. Someone to flaunt and love unconditionally. But he needed you for the time being. But he didnt see anything for the two of you, he saw the end just when you were starting to see the beginning. It was nothing more then late texts and long nights. 3 am talks about anything and everything. It was morning smiles and laughs in between it all. Yet you rarely saw him during the day. You work opposite shifts. He needed to spend time with the boys. You had schoolwork. But once the sun set and the moon warmed the night sky with its presence, he warmed you with his. You went on drives and sang too loud. You jumped up and down on his bed singing Taylor Swift at the top of your lungs when you had a bit too much wine, and he just sat there and laughed. He appeared to be mesmerized by your energy. You two wore matching boxers when you spent the night at his house. He even had a picture of you hanging on his mirror. But he took the picture down when you walked out the door in the morning. He fixed the sheets you messed up and changed the pandora channel.

You have his clothes at your house. And no matter how many times you wash them, they still smell like him. Like axe body wash, cigarretes, and a hint of Jack. You winked at each other across the bar. Kicked his ass in Mario Kart. Fell asleep watching movies. Or got distracted with kisses and snuggles. It was always natural, never forced. So as the nights drew on and the talks become more serious. You realized you were getting in pretty deep. You were feeling something real. And he had you convinced he was feeling the same. You never tried to force anything because you had a strange faith that he felt the same way you did. You knew he didn’t want to complicate things. That he wanted to keep it simple. And to be honest you felt the same way. But now you see that somewhere way WAY deep down you always knew he wasn’t going to stay. Thats why you didn’t force anything. Why you didn’t drop hints or make moves. Because you knew he would freak out and flee. Because thats what they all did to you in the past, so you were trying something different. You decided to let fate take its path and to find faith in the unknown.

But now he is gone 

And you are left with some pathetic christmas presents, a few pictures, a whole lot of memories, a shit ton of confusion and some oversized shirts.

So here you are. Forced to sit on the outside looking in as he flaunts the one he was looking for. As he uncontrollably loves the one he was seeking. And you just stand there and stare. Unable to talk. Unable to move. Because you are in shock. You’re looking around wondering if anyone else is seeing this. You don’t know how to react, don’t know what to say. You went to his best friends wedding just two weeks ago and met his whole family. Things were finally making sense. The two of you made sense. No call, no text, no conversation.

Just nothing

And you are trying to explain it to your friends. But you feel like one of those people accused of a crime they never committed. You are throwing facts and screaming on the inside. But people are just looking at you like you’re crazy. Because they only two people who knew what we really had was you and me. There were no pictures posted online, no “Facebook official” status. Because you like your privacy and you thought he did too. Now you have his baby pictures on your phone while she has his on Instagram. And he has your baby pictures on his phone but hers online.

Two weeks

You want to run away. Get in the car and drive. Get on a plane and leave the country. It’s utterly humiliating and painful and horrible. But no matter how far you run somehow it finds a way to seep into your life. Like a disease you can’t rid of. A pest you can’t exterminate. An itch you can’t reach. You want to hide. Hide in the hole you dug yourself when you decided it was okay you were getting in deep. The hole he left you in. You wish he could have atleast told you that you meant something to him. You wish he could have atleast told you good luck. Let you know you deserved someone amazing and it just wasn’t him. You pray for excuses, whether real or not, just to smooth over the blow. But he truly left you with nothing. No reason. No closure. No words. But what about the mornings when you woke up to his sleepy eyes already looking at you with a silly grin on his face. Then he would let you know how beautiful you were. How lucky he was to have you. He looked like the happiest man alive. He would kiss you on the forehead before pulling you into the biggest most random hugs. He would hold your hand defensively when you were out together. He gave you massages after a long shift. He watched shitty love movies with you. And he never complained. Not once.

You are fighting for people to understand. You are screaming on the inside. Crying with every word. Because you want someone to be on your side, to agree that the whole thing is absurd! And while people try to understand you know they don’t. And eventually you will become sick of explaining. You will become weak. Worn down. And then you will stop talking about it because it is too exhausting.

It will probably never make sense why he did what he did. And you might even begin blaming yourself. Blaming yourself for falling in love with someone who clearly didn’t give a damn about you. But you didn’t do anything. And sometimes its hard to remember its not your fault when this person just got up and left as if you were a toxic person weighing him down. When you were quite the opposite.

But think about what kind of person it would take to commit such a crime. To convince an innocent soul they felt so much for you. Convinced you with their eyes you were their whole world. And to not mean any of that. To walk out of someones life with such ease. That takes someone heartless. Someone with the inability to feel.

So its not your fault. It actually probably has nothing to do with you. I’m not saying he is an awful person, I am saying he is broken beyond repair. And he was going to leave either way. And he will probably leave her when he finds another you for the time in-between his “serious” relationships. He is a wrecking ball, destroying everything in his path with selfishness and ignorance and covetousness.

You will rebuild yourself. Avoid him. Ignore it. And you will be okay. You hope he feels like the piece of shit he is but chances are he hasn’t thought about you in weeks. It will never make sense to me. And I finally see if doesn’t NEED to make sense. Because it doesn’t need to matter anymore. Nothing involving you needs to effect me anymore. I didn’t deserve what you did but nothing will take it back. And at this point nothing will make it better. So I will live my life and I will love myself. And I will be strong. I will appreciate those who stay and let those who want to leave, leave. You are heartless and I feel bad for you. You think someone is going to help you fill the void, but they won’t. The only one capable of doing so is you but you live such a toxic life I doubt you will ever take the necessary time to find yourself. I know you will realize your mistake and I won’t give you the satisfaction of hating you. Because thats probably what you want because you know its what you deserve. I will forgive you. Because I choose not to hate and want to live a simple life filled with happiness and peace. So here’s my journey towards forgiveness.

Wish me luck.

DAY 49:

We all want to be picked

We want to be someone’s first choice

We want to be chosen because we are special

Because we possess something someone else wants

We want to feel important

We want someone to realize our worth

It’s the best feeling to be someones first choice

Someones only choice

Because all the other options have been eliminated

Because the only one that matters in their eyes is you

And sometimes time passes

And suddenly we have to work for this person to choose us

Even though they’re the only ones we want

The only ones we need

Sometimes things change

And other people come along

You hear it in his voice

See it in his eyes

There is something…


So now you find yourself drowning

Drowning in confusion

Suffocating from heartbreak

Because this person stopped choosing you

And you want to know why

You may have other options but you don’t want them

You don’t want them because you want him

But he doesn’t want you anymore

You stopped choosing me

And I fell hard

Gasping for air

As the water filled my lungs

Yelling out your name

But the words never came out

Because I wasn’t going to force you to choose me

Because that’s not real

You can’t make someone pick you

You can’t give someone a new ultimatum everyday

Because then you will simply go days

Or months

Or years

Knowing deep down it isn’t real

Knowing in your soul the ultimatums are a result of fear

You are so scared of losing this person you are forcing them to stay

With subtle threats

And gentle hints

Because the thought of losing them is unbearable

A pain that will never stop hurting

You are so terrified you latch on

And because they care they won’t leave instantly

The decision won’t be an easy one for them

So they take their time walking away

And you can chase them

Run as fast as you can

Tug as hard as you want

But the mind doesn’t change like that

And you forcing him is simply pushing him farther

His heart is elsewhere

And sometimes you have to just let him go

Sometimes you have to send them away

And pray they find what they’re looking for

Pray they realize it’s you

And maybe it is

Or maybe it’s not

We all like control

We like consistency

But the heart isn’t consistent

And the mind is forever changing

Love is messy

And loss even worse

But sometimes you just have to let go

They always say if “you love them, let them go”

And it never made sense to me until just now

You let them go because you want them to find themselves

Knowing maybe they can’t do that with you

You want them to be happy

And you want them to be free

So you let them go

Thats true love right there

When their happiness is more important then your own

And you’d rather they be happy

Even if that means not being with you

You have to let them go

Let them make their own decisions

If they want you

They will choose you