So now, we gather all our broken pieces, and we fit them back in a new way. We sand off some of those rough and jagged edges, and bond them together with something strong, and we move forward.
Catalog
Lacey Ramburger
Just know that I see you. Know that if no one says it today, tomorrow, or next week, I see where you’re going and what you can do. I want you to know I’m proud of you.
I wish I could’ve told you that you will only figure out once you stop trying to look through stained glass eyes into souls to find pieces of you, and instead look into your own self. That’s when you’ll see yourself for the magic that you are.
Stop breaking yourself down darling, There is a whole big bad world out there That is going to try and do that anyway.
Take time to let your heart get used to a life without someone living in it, and let it become something beautiful all on it’s own. Then when the time comes, allow someone else to move in instead. Allow them to come in and make your heart their home; watch as they take care of it in ways he never…
The ache does ease; the hurt does fade. You will pick up your broken pieces and find some way to make them work together again. You will heal and you will manage to close all the doors that their ghost used to keep their foot in.
Don’t let the one who broke you keep you broken. Because one day, you will find someone who is worth all the love you can give.
And one day, you’ll skim through the radio stations, when their favorite song will play. Or you’ll sit down in that preferred restaurant and order a meal. Or you’ll inhale that familiar scent that you used to crave, that used to be them. You’ll remember, but it won’t crush you.
There will come a day, where you will realize that the person you are, and the person you’re becoming doesn’t need another person beside you to be whole.
You have a heart big enough to swallow all the imperfections and difficulties. You wear rose-colored glasses even when it’s storming, even when the darkness falls.
I can’t honestly tell you that tomorrow will be so much better. I can’t say that it won’t take a long time to heal. I can’t pretend that you will wake up one day and forget he ever existed. Here is what I can promise you. Things will get better.
Look at yourself, darling, I know that you are your own worst critic. You know every good and bad thing about you better than most. Yet look at all you’ve done in your life, and you’re still here. You survived and lived another day.
But darling, you are worth more than a handful of magical moments amidst weeks of confusion and minimal effort.
Learn how to take the pain; Swallow that bittersweet sorrow In pieces Bit by bit. Because if you consume it first, Then it can’t consume you.
I may not forget you, but remembering you won’t break me, either.
I just wish I could have held on to the parts of me that you walked away with, the parts of me that you still carry in you somewhere despite that it may have been forgotten about. The parts that are in boxes, stored away, the parts that haven’t seen light in years. The parts of me that I could never…
I never told you this, but I never had loved someone the way I loved you.
At the end of the day darling, you are enough. You always have been.
You seem to have formed a bad habit Of only seeing the worst in you And the best in everyone else.
He’s not my other half because I’m already whole. He’s not my missing piece because I’m not a broken puzzle. He’s not my super hero because I don’t need saving. He’s doesn’t complete me because I’m not hollow.