This Is The Hardest Part Of Breaking Up

A painful experience that makes one question. Holding out hope is suppose to be a sign of strength, that despite all the odds you are persevering. When you want to let go of the hope you held, you know they’re in deep. Deeper then you could have ever expected.

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You met him on vacation. It was in your first conversation that you knew he was special. It was in one week that you knew he would change you, and that you would hate yourself for getting so close to someone you would likely never see again. And it is in the moments, months later, before you finally decide to let him go that you will know how you’ll be missed. You will hear it in his rebuttal. You will feel it in his fight.

“What am I to you?”

The question threatens to leap off your tongue, but you’re certain you already know and you’d rather not hear it spoken aloud, see it spelled out, especially from him. You’ve been nothing more than his friend for months. You assured him that you knew this, while you quietly clung to the hope that you held a little more weight in…

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Our Lives Are Small, But We All Dream Big, Somehow

I couldn’t have worded this anymore beautifully myself.

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We are all the stuff of dreams.

Someone famous said that. But what does that really mean?

It means we are all stars hurtling through the sky, rotating in broken circles, doomed to either speed through this world alone, or crash a thousand times, waiting and hoping for the one time we are joined with some other falling star. But beneath all these layers of romantic imagery, there is the notion that maybe all of it is grounded in a sea of bullsh*t.

What do we dream about now, this generation of us?

As a child, I dreamed of a big house – I had watched too much MTV Cribs, and I wanted bookcases that became revolving doors, walls that also doubled as television screens, and a separate room with a retractable roof and a swimming pool. But more generally, I wanted to be someone that other people saw, that…

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Friends Don’t Complicate Things

This speaks the truth, but there is something to be learned here. Such similarities in every relationship ever entered. Are we all so generic? So easily defined and associated. If you talk to a close friend, can they sympathize with you because they can relate? They shouldn’t be able to. If it was real and true love, it wouldn’t be able to be comprehended by the faint of heart. If you have to ask if he thought you were the one, then you just simply aren’t. Deep down you just know, without any sense of logical reasoning, you just know. And when you know, no matter how crazy complicated things might seem, you have a sense of understanding with one another. That even though you don’t fully make sense of the situation, that it oddly feels complete. Friends don’t let things get complicated. That’s why you learn self control before you date. Just because you are uncertain of your own emotions, doesn’t mean you have the right to mess with someone else’s.

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It’ll be a dreary Sunday, five weeks before you uproot your life to Chicago for a summer internship. You’ll try to keep conversation natural, but after knowing you for so long, he’ll know something is undoubtedly wrong. He’ll ask you what’s on your mind, and while parked at a red light, you’ll break down. You’ll tell him you don’t love him anymore. He’ll try to keep his voice and hands steady as he drives you home, asking you all the questions you had anticipated he would. You felt like you were prepared to be the villain in this narrative, like you were mentally prepared for these questions. You won’t be. You thought you would feel free, but you’ll realize the fabled gut-punching guilt you were warned about by your friends is the reality.

He’ll cry and you’ll wonder why you’re crying as well. You’ll doubt yourself — often and for…

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“We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.”
-Robert R. McCammon

“We all start o…