The worst part about a relationship ending is slowly realizing all the things that don’t matter anymore. For example, all the dates- his birthday, the day you met, your anniversary- that are just ordinary days again. The comfort is gone, the routines and traditions are over, and it makes you sick, but to make it worse- he’s the person you’d normally go to when you feel this uneasy, and you don’t have anyone else that could make it better like he would. And weeks go by and you’re still thinking about the fact that you know all his favorite foods and you don’t know how to fill that space in your brain with something else. You keep mourning the end of you and him, but then you realize that’s not the only thing that died, because there’s also your five year plan and the inside jokes that don’t exist anymore and the kids with your eyes and his hair who won’t ever be born, and then it hurts all over again.
But if you’ve felt this before- or if you feel this right now- that means you’ve been through the exact same thing as I have and so have all the other people reblogging this. And I got through it, over it, past it, happier. Many times. And so will you. Because the things you lose when you lose a person are all replaceable with someone new- new anniversaries, secret places, nicknames, cute jokes, a new list of favorites to remember. And you have no reason to think that the next person who makes you feel like home is going to be less special to you than the one who just left.
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