We need to talk.
You’ve been compromising your happiness for consistency. You fear if you leave you’ll realize you made a mistake, lose the one you love, and be labeled “the bad guy.” Despite any prior occurrences that would place blame on him/her; you know you’ll be taking on the role of the villain. You consider the option of turning back, changing your mind, and settling for a bit longer. Why break a heart? Especially if that heart is yours.
You ask yourself, how could you give up on the person you committed yourself to? Anyone who has had to end a serious relationship knows that heartbreak is generally mutual. Its funny, we enter these relationships in our late-teens and early twenties knowing full well there will eventually be turmoil. We give love a shot with the person we like most in the world (so far.) Of course things fall apart, as they tend to, and everyone leaves with a bruised ego and nobody to text. We’re forced to give the cold shoulder to someone who was previously our favorite person to be around; hated by someone we genuinely like/love. You know if you stay, things won’t get better. See things for what they are, not what they’ve been, and not what they could be. If you could love the wrong person this much, think of how much you could love the right person.
Anticipation doesn’t relieve the numbing feeling in your body. Knowing you’re making the ‘right’ decision doesn’t stop your stomach from sinking. The happy moments are all we manage to remember in our moments of weakness. Recreational drug use is enjoyable, until it becomes abuse. Love it is a drug. In the beginning the highs and lows feel like ecstasy, even those who are clean miss the feeling. Towards the end we feel helpless. We’re no good with the drama and don’t know what to be without. How do you get back your own life when you’re so intertwined with someone else’s?
The tears you cry for the next few weeks can’t even compare to the ones you’d have to dry if you continued in your relationship. Trust you’re making the right choice. Compliments don’t erase unanswered texts or the pit in your stomach every time they left your sight. I can’t wait for you to experience the freedom that is never fearing being deemed crazy for simply caring. Consider this not a relationship failure, but a personal victory.
