Posts tagged with "heartbreak"

nothing gold can stay

The tears and the smears on my glasses which I look through to type this are telling me I’m still not over her. Or per­haps, the idea of her, because she had always held back a part of her­self from being mine completely.

This is what hap­pens when a true friend stabs you in the front. I guess I’ve been avoid­ing these thoughts for a while now, and con­fronted with them in con­ver­sa­tion, the real­ity has never been more clear.

I’m still a bro­ken man.

Even with the mixed sig­nals, the incon­sis­tency, and the pain, it was still the most sig­nif­i­cant rela­tion­ship I’ve ever had, and that’s what makes it so hard to let go. My other rela­tion­ships may have been free of all the drama, but they also lacked the depth, inten­sity, and intimacy.

There’s noth­ing I would have changed but the end, which dragged on for a year, one suture ripped out after another. It was far from a clean break, and any­thing but resolution.

I know I wasn’t the only per­son to go through the pain of sep­a­ra­tion, but the break wasn’t sup­posed to last for­ever. I was will­ing to step away so I could heal and be strong enough to be friends in time, to be there for her, to be ready to accept the next guy. And most impor­tantly, I was will­ing to come back.

She was sup­posed to be strong enough to let me go until I was ready.

Letter

I believed her.

Why couldn’t it have ended that night, instead of the mind­fuck that con­tin­ued for months after? Why couldn’t the last thing for her to leave me be the let­ter she wrote on the sta­tion­ary I gave her? Why couldn’t she have kept the promise she made to do what­ever it took to keep me in her life, and stayed away?

We haven’t seen each other in over half a year. It’s been even longer since we had an actual con­ver­sa­tion. It’s time for me to wake the fuck up. It’s time for me to deal with my emo­tions and the real­ity of the sit­u­a­tion. It’s time for me to move on instead of hold­ing on. It’s time for me to under­stand that I’ll never be what she needs, and she’ll never accept me as I am.

It’s time for me to real­ize that it’s over.