She didn’t know why she felt like her heart was like a crumpled piece of paper inside her chest, but she couldn’t shake the feeling. she didn’t know why she had to fight back tears. She didn’t know why she sat all alone in the dark, torturing herself with music that did nothing but make her heart ache. no matter how hard she searched her brain, she couldn’t find a scrap of reasoning behind these feelings. All she knew was that it hurt. And it was the kind of hurt that can’t be fixed if it can’t be explained.
Maybe this is supposed to be the end of us, maybe we are not supposed to reconcile and be friends again. Maybe we were here to teach one another a lesson, and once the lesson was taught we were supposed to leave. You taught me love, lust, pain and trust. I taught you to never let anyone take advantage of you. And now maybe, just maybe, this is the end for us.
Everything will be okay. Think about happened a year ago today. You probably can’t even remember. Everything that seems important now won’t be anymore. Things find a way of working themselves out. Things aren’t as impossible as they seem. Don’t think about how broken your heart is right now, don’t think about how things won’t work and how hard everything seems to always be. You have two moving feet and a heart that beats. Use your feet and go find someone or something to make your heart happy. Everything is going to work out. Whatever happens is what is what is supposed to happen. Maybe it won’t always work out, I can’t promise you that it will. But there is no reason to believe you won’t be okay. There is no reason to believe everything won’t work out.