so.. me and my boyfriend of 5 years broke up and i’m just.. so devastated.. absolutely utterly broken..
he’s been there for me, always.. he’s guided me through life and difficult situations that came along the way, helped me out of dark places and discover a light called hope..
he meant the absolute world to me; i was so convinced he’d be my first real boyfriend, first kiss, everything. i centered my life around him.. for 5 whole years..
how we ended was a mess; absolutely awful.. it took reaching out to one of his friends to get a response after being blatantly ignored.. he seemed so.. cold.. so distant; and while granted he was never necessarily warm and fuzzy i just felt a mile apart from him, despite him knowing me better than i know myself..
who’s going to encourage me to eat, to work towards my goals, motivate me to study and complete my assignments.. who’s going calm me down from an anxiety attack, or help me get out of a depressive episode.. who’s going to feed me kinds words about the body i’ve grown to hate and mutilate..
who’s going to skype me until 2am and talk about silly things or serious things like our future and how i wanted a pink bathroom.. who’s going to answer all my questions that google could’ve easily provided within seconds, but i preferred hearing from him..
all in all; healing is going to take a long, long time.
the path is going to be cold and dark, without my shining light. toxic thoughts of insecurity and worthlessness will plague me; it’ll be scary—terrifying even. but i must walk my path without him holding my hand.
i have to blossom without him watering me. i have to live without him.















