That’s either the most empowering phrase or a sad phrase.
Every end it’s also a beginning; every beginning, could be an ending for someone else.
My situation is unique. Most people move on because they are ceased to be in love, because they broke up, because they’ve been cheated, or time changes them irrevocably and the used to oh-so-cute couple can’t spend a day together without arguing massively.
I am not. I’m still in love as ever. He still stay in my good side of the book. I still think of him fondly. Meeting him still give me pleasure. You know, the usual. And he loves me. I know.
But when you are involved with someone and the talk of goodbye, separation, and being independent keep popping, well, you can’t help but wonder.
I love being love. You know, it makes me happy. But there’s always a but.
I suck at goodbye. I always cry my eyes out.
I have no self-control whatsoever at the moment of goodbye.
I have to stop complaining and just get on with life.
I am no longer a child.
The talk of separation is killing me and I guess I have to get myself used to it so when the inevitable happens, I am ready.
Or just live the moments?
that’s a completely two different statements.
Live the moment or bear in mind the inevitable always??
When you have a taste of what a gem feels like, afterwards when you try less, you can’t help but compare, and everyone should be perceived in their own unique ways.
Just be confident and try?
See this as a chance and not a liability?
Go and find yourself a chance.
There are other things in your life.
You are young.
I read something interesting today. When you depart from this world, it should be with a chocolate box in one hand and wine in others, in a well-worn body, not in a perfect condition and sigh,”What a RIDE!”