Hey there,
I know, I know. I usually talk about the grand love stories, the ones that make you believe in destiny and yellow umbrellas. But today, we're talking about the other side of that coin – the letting go. Because recently, a buddy of mine asked me, "How do you forget someone you loved? How do you move on when it feels like a part of your own story is being ripped out?"
And you know what? That hit me right in the gut.
I've been there. Let's be honest, moving on isn't some clean break, like ripping off a Band-Aid. It's more like slowly peeling away layers, each one revealing a new ache, a fresh reminder of what you've lost. You'll have days where you feel like you're finally over it, and then a song will randomly start playing on Spotify, or you'll walk past your favourite cafe, and BAM, you're right back there.
But here's the thing, my friend. You don't forget. So, yeah, it's tough. It sucks. And anyone who tells you otherwise is either lying or hasn't loved hard enough. But here's the thing, just because you'll always carry a piece of them with you doesn't mean you can't move forward.
Instead, you... rebuild. It starts with acceptance. Accept that it's over, accept that it hurts like hell, accept that you're going to have bad days. Don't try to bury those feelings, let them wash over you. Cry, scream, write a terrible poem – do whatever you need to do to get it out.
Then, start filling your life with things that make you happy. Spend time with friends who make you laugh, rediscover hobbies you've neglected, take that trip you've been putting off. And for the love of God, stop scrolling through their social media. It's like picking at a scab, it's only going to make it worse.
This isn't about forgetting them. It's about learning to live with the memories, to carry them with you without letting them weigh you down. It's about finding a way to create new chapters in your story, even if the previous ones still sting a little.
So yeah, you'll always remember them. But that doesn't mean you can't be happy again. It doesn't mean you can't find love again. It just means you've got a little more baggage than you did before. And hey, who doesn't love a good story with a little bit of baggage, right?
With Love,
Atreidus
🤝
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