For The Broken Hearted
I know you’ve lost someone and it hurts. You may have lost them suddenly, unexpectedly. Or perhaps you began losing pieces of them until one day, there was nothing left. You may have known them all your life or you may have barely known them at all.
Either way, it is irrelevant—you cannot control the depth of a wound another soul inflicts upon you.
Which is why I am one here to tell you tomorrow is another day. That the sun will go on shining. Or there are plenty offish in the sea.
What I will tell you is this; it’s okay to be hurting as much as you are. What you are feeling is not only completely valid but necessary—because it makes you so much more human.
And though I can’t promise it will get better any time soon, I can tell you that it will— eventually. For now, all you can do is take your time. Take all the time you need.
Dear me, I am sorry. I’m sorry that you tried so desperately to fix others, when your own hands were shaking. I’m sorry that I didn’t give you enough time to heal, that I let you seal the wounds of everyone else whilst your own were bleeding.
I’m sorry that there were days when smiling hurt but you forced yourself to laugh so that no one had to worry about you. I’m sorry that you gave all of your time and effort to people that didn’t give the same amount back.
I’m sorry that there were nights when you cried yourself to sleep and no one bothered to understand why. And I am so sorry that I did not love you, like you deserved to be loved.
Future Self I want you to be different than yourself now, but not the same as everyone else you see. Tell yourself to be better, but not because you want to be better than someone else. Mold into your own shape, but not in the same mold everyone else uses to grow.
Aim in the direction that your path follows, but not what your friends follow. Allow your self to have setbacks, but do not be scared of what set you back in the first place. See the same goal that I have today, but not in the same spot that I am looking at it from now. I want to recognize you, but not feel as if I am looking in a mirror once again.
I know you will be humble, but not crumble under the pressure that your past self has put on you. You will thrive at your own pace as a winner of your own race, but not win to gain glory or fame.
I will see you, but not physically or in present time. In that time you will exceed what i have dreamed for years, but do not forget me because I am where you started and the voice of encouragement in your ears.