“It’s one of the most painful things about the whole thing, isn’t it? How they never seem to have been affected as much as you, how they can move on while you are left in the wreckage. You begin to see, that they have found someone new, and you feel like a room that has been painted over long ago. You wanted to be their safe place, and in the end they never saw you as you so badly wanted them to see you. It hurts, it hurts to see them smile and move on, and you are left with the aftermath of it all. Let me tell you this, the walls of your life are no less walls, and the love you had was real. You survived the past, and you will survive the present, and you will thrive in the future. Love was good, no matter how painful it is, it was good when you had it. But you still have it, and it may not be with that person, but you still have it. It is mature now, full of wisdom accompanied by sorrow, and you will know now how gentle you must be when it comes to loving the next person. You will know, when your daughter is crying in your arms that her pain is real and you can comfort her with the knowledge of your love. You can tell you son that he was brave for trying, and that he will grow with each day. Your love can never be robbed, it can only be given to those you hold close. So cultivate it into the hearts that cross your path, and let them know that they are more than painted rooms and empty beds at night, they are brave and full of possibilities. You take that to heart, and know that your worth, love, and soul can never truly be taken from you. So grow, breathe, and love, winter is fading and spring is awakening, and I think it’s time you allow your heart to bloom once more.”
titsay
stormborns
theartofmadeline
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