I feel like the girls and boys who reblog these pictures, follow this page and just generally search words like ‘sad’ ‘alone’ ‘heartbreak’ and such are truly beautiful people.
Some people could say I was sad for not just moving on. Or lame for not getting over it. But I feel like at least the love I felt for my ex was so real, so enveloping that I didn’t run out and fuck the first guy I found. I didn’t cling to a rebound. Surely we all could. It’s really not that hard. But love means so much more to these broken and lost souls that we find comfort in just hearing words that describe us.
We cry for the feelings we lost. We grieve because we truly loved. We break because they honestly meant the world to us. For those people that do just ‘move on’, and I’m not putting them down, but I almost feel sorry for them. Cause I was a solid mess for over a year. But I feel I know true love. And I’m happy now to know that I can love. And I will love again.
But if you aren’t completely annihilated by losing someone you spent years of your life with… honestly, did you ever love them in the first place? And to not know the total encompassing feeling that is love, even if it’s followed by earth shattering heartbreak, then man.. you haven’t lived.