So breakups are….good! They’re great actually. And I’m realizing this, even if certain memories seem so devastating, it’s so healthy. Turns out it IS better to have loved and lost. If I hadn’t, what would have pushed me to change? Heartbreak is sending me to New York. Yes, maybe I lost my job and failed out of school…haha, but that’s my own weakness to look toward the future and forget the present. A close friend is working his first real job, moving out and about to go to school and he got dumped last Thursday. It’s the most straightforward catalyst. We’re either trying to show that unrequited love that we can be good enough for them, or trying to prove that our lives are better without them. Either way, we are making PROGRESS. And isn’t that a beautiful thing? Love can devour you whole, but if you come out the other side the smallest bit wiser, I think it did it’s job.
(Source: notes-to-selves, via psych-facts)
