I'd say it's funny, but really it's more sad the way we hold on to things. The things that hurt us, scar us, and leave us so afraid of moving on.
Love lost is terrifying. Because even though a person has not truly died, a part of us dies when we are no longer together. We feel the emptiness of our beds. We miss the new friends we had made. It really is like a funeral, isn't it? Or like a funeral and a divorce mixed?
Friends choose sides, we must give things back (or light them on fire like they did in the olden days). Suddenly all that joy is removed from your life, and one, or both, are left with broken hearts.
It has come to my attention that there is no sense in trying to mend a broken heart. It's not like a sweater with a hole in it, or a broken down Chevy. A heart, once broken, does not ever fully mend. I propose, instead of mending the old heart, you get a new one.
It's free of cost.
All you have to do is make your memories, just memories. And start fresh. Don't keep their things, don't try to reconcile. Just.. move on. Listen to music that makes you feel good, change your hair, clean your apartment.
AND PLEASE- wash your bed sheets. There is nothing left in the smell of your former lover resting on the pillow. Nothing but sadness and self doubt.
Build yourself a new heart, and with it, find new love.
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