So it’s ended.
And this time it’s for real.
No more games, no more going backwards, you’re respecting the decision that was made for once in your life.
But what happens now?
You don’t know what to do with yourself, who do you text when you first wake up? Who do you talk too late into the night? Who do you tell your secrets to?
This person has consumed so much of your time for so long and now they’re gone.
Does time heal all wounds?
Maybe, probably, of course at some point.
But only if you spend some time remembering who you were before you became one half of something.
It’s time to distract yourself from the pain and realisation that this time it truly is over.
Whether it was you that did the breaking up or it’s you that is sitting here broken you will grieve in your own unique way. You’re in shock, your heart though still beating it feels broken, it feels beyond repair.
You experience denial, you tell yourself it isn’t really over, you go through anger like you’ve never experienced. You overcompensate how you’re feeling and throw yourself into life, to prove to anyone who is interested how you’re doing okay. That you’re healing.
But you’re not, and that’s okay.
You cry every day, over all that is no more and over all that never got the chance to happen.
You write and delete messages, you stalk their social media, you wonder what they’re doing and who they’re with.
One thing is for sure; you will not heal yourself until you accept the hardest truth about your breakup.
And that is that this time its final.