You’ll be okay.
I know that’s hard to believe right now. I know you feel as though your mind and heart are both just fucking with you to no ends. I know you feel broken, empty, and shattered to bits.
But y’know… It will pass. And I know how absolutely cliche this sounds, but:
Time heals all wounds.
I know people are just telling you to get over it, that you deserve better, and to pick yourself up from the ground and be happy. But I also know - it’s not that easy. It’s never that easy.
I know you can pick yourself up. I know you have the ability and the strength to do so. But I guess you’re just not ready yet. You’re not ready to let it go. You’re still just a little bit stuck, and you can’t release yourself yet.
It hurts. Being heartbroken is no easy thing to deal with, but y’know what?
Learn from it.
Become smarter, wiser. Stop repeating your mistakes. Stop falling in love with some fucktard who clearly and obviously doesn’t give a single flying fuck about you or your feelings. Stop being bipolar and going back and forth from your feelings and your logic. Don’t let guilt trick you into becoming stupid over someone.
I’m no love doctor. I’m not trying to heal you, or make you feel better. I’m not going to sugarcoat my words and tell you that it will work out, that they’ll stop treating you like shit, that they’ll change and everything will be the same again. I’m not going to lie to you like that, and whoever does is a fucking asshole.
You already knew of the dangers. The consequences of falling for them. You took the challenge and you lost this round.
But you have nothing to worry about. People don’t always love just once in their lifetime (Fuck what The Vow says. Fuck those romantic movies. Life is different.)
The thing is, experience. Getting your heart broken is just something that teaches you. It filters out all the people you don’t need in your life. It helps you.
So stop thinking you’ll never get over it, because you will. Don’t think you’ll never heal - because you will. And stop expecting love and relationships to resemble that shit in the movies. You’ll only be disappointed.
Believe me when I say, you’ll be happy. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. Maybe not even next week. But I give it three weeks at most. You’ll have a smile on your face by then.