the art of moving on

rewrittenyouhere:

I’ve never known a more hopeless feeling than that of desperately searching for ways and remedies to move on from someone. It’s gut-wrenching. It completely consumes you, and even in a place surrounded by love and warmth, waves of devastation come out of nowhere and leave you feeling cold and absolutely heartbroken. but being in that place with people you adore is only the first step. there’s something about being around people who love you and actively want you in their life that consoles you. you may not realize this right away, but you will. spend time with them. it takes away mountains and oceans of hurt that would otherwise bury you. once, someone I adored and thought to be my soulmate had said to another that I was sweet, but he was bored of me. I knew I wasn’t a boring person, I knew that to my very core, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. those words turned over in my mind for days. I was in disbelief. I was then determined to make sure I wasn’t boring to him any longer and I dreampt up ways to enrapture him. and then I woke up one day and was in further disbelief that I was so willing, without a second thought, to compromise myself for someone who didn’t think of me alone. once you’re happy with yourself in every fathomable way, and know without a doubt what you want and what you won’t put up with, it’s easy. but getting there is a process. so, my first step was writing “she’s sweet, but I’m bored” in vibrant blue sharpie on my hand to remind myself why I had to let go. why would I ever want to be with someone who was bored of me? I stared at his opinion of me every day, and I eventually got over him. it was just the first step in paying respect to what I want and deserve in someone. it won’t happen overnight, but spend time with yourself alone, go on a walk, flesh out everything that’s wrong. it isn’t impossible and neither is finding someone who realizes this.