All she had ever wanted was to fall in love. To love and be loved... that was her dream. And he had always been a part of that dream, until he wasn't.
She liked to get drunk. She did stupid things and he cared about her when she did. He would take care of her and that's what she wanted. She wanted him and her together, taking care of each other, forever. And so she gets drunk night after night just so he'll care for a little while longer. And for that little while she felt amazing.
That's the thing about relationships, you put yourself out there and it's terrifying how much one person can hurt you. She had never realized this until he stopped caring. She never knew how that one person could completely destroy her. But he had. And she didn't know if she would be able to get over it.
There were many nights she would lay in her bed and just stared up at the ceiling, not crying, just thinking. Thinking about how things would be different if he was there. She spent time imagining another life, where they were together and happy. And the next day she would be heart broken again. That was the time she wished she didn't have to go to sleep.
Her friends didn't know what to do. They tried to distract her, tried to make her happy, but it all seemed pointless. She didn't want to forget. She still had hope. When doors would open, she'd look up to see if it was him, or when the phone would ring her heart would skip a beat before she answered and was disappointed.
Healing was something that took time. Some days were good, others were terrible. And she slowly began to forget, but at times she would still be reminded of him. But the reminders came farther apart and when they did come, they hurt less. The ache was still there, but with a happy memory behind it.
No, she still wasn't completely over him. But she was getting there. And that was better than anything else. She realized that you shouldn't put your happiness into the hands of another person. You're responsible for letting someone hurt you, so make sure you on;y give your heart to someone who will treat it well.
Sure, this lesson may not have completely sunk in yet, but she was young, she was allowed to love the wrong people. And yeah, she was going to get hurt more, but she wasn't going to let it destroy her again. Getting hurt is a part of life, and it teaches you more about yourself than you realize.
Life is hard, and some days, or weeks, or months, or even years feel like they will never end and things will never get better. But it does, and you realize how much it matters to get hurt and to grow from that. She learned this lesson through it all...Life goes on, even if it seems like that's not possible.
(New story I've been working on. Hope you like it!)
Love,
Natalie
She liked to get drunk. She did stupid things and he cared about her when she did. He would take care of her and that's what she wanted. She wanted him and her together, taking care of each other, forever. And so she gets drunk night after night just so he'll care for a little while longer. And for that little while she felt amazing.
That's the thing about relationships, you put yourself out there and it's terrifying how much one person can hurt you. She had never realized this until he stopped caring. She never knew how that one person could completely destroy her. But he had. And she didn't know if she would be able to get over it.
There were many nights she would lay in her bed and just stared up at the ceiling, not crying, just thinking. Thinking about how things would be different if he was there. She spent time imagining another life, where they were together and happy. And the next day she would be heart broken again. That was the time she wished she didn't have to go to sleep.
Her friends didn't know what to do. They tried to distract her, tried to make her happy, but it all seemed pointless. She didn't want to forget. She still had hope. When doors would open, she'd look up to see if it was him, or when the phone would ring her heart would skip a beat before she answered and was disappointed.
Healing was something that took time. Some days were good, others were terrible. And she slowly began to forget, but at times she would still be reminded of him. But the reminders came farther apart and when they did come, they hurt less. The ache was still there, but with a happy memory behind it.
No, she still wasn't completely over him. But she was getting there. And that was better than anything else. She realized that you shouldn't put your happiness into the hands of another person. You're responsible for letting someone hurt you, so make sure you on;y give your heart to someone who will treat it well.
Sure, this lesson may not have completely sunk in yet, but she was young, she was allowed to love the wrong people. And yeah, she was going to get hurt more, but she wasn't going to let it destroy her again. Getting hurt is a part of life, and it teaches you more about yourself than you realize.
Life is hard, and some days, or weeks, or months, or even years feel like they will never end and things will never get better. But it does, and you realize how much it matters to get hurt and to grow from that. She learned this lesson through it all...Life goes on, even if it seems like that's not possible.
(New story I've been working on. Hope you like it!)
Love,
Natalie
Like it? I love it because this is so true!
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