...more to life
There is more to life than the person who walked away from you. There is more to life than chasing after someone who does not want to be in yours.
Trust me when I say — there is more to life.
There is laughing until your stomach aches more than your healing.
There is going out with friends and kissing their faces and talking to them about atoms and the universe and the fact that you are so damn lucky to be living at the same time as them, that you are so damn thankful you got to experience life with them by your side. They’ll scoop you into their arms and they will hug you so tight, that it will feel as if all of your broken pieces have finally come together again.
There are warm summer evenings where the skies are dusted in rose and peach, the kind of evenings that feel like saltwater for your soul, the kind of evenings that cleanse you and hold you and make you feel so small, and so big at the same time.
There are corner coffee shops with mugs in every shade of feeling where you will read the paper and pretend that you’re in Paris or Spain and sip too strong coffee as you learn to be alone.
There are crystallizing moments, in the middle of crowds, where you will connect with the fact that your hands don’t feel as heavy anymore, that your heart is floating above water for the first time in months, that you feel happy, and light and full of hope.
But most of all — there is you, in all of your glory and heart, learning how to love yourself day by day. There is you, in all of your depth, living, and feeling, and existing despite the hurt, despite the loss. There is you, being your own person, being your own strength. There is you, being there for yourself, for the first time in a long time. There is you, finding your own happiness.
Now that is something worth chasing. That is something to care about.