One of the hardest things about growing up is learning how to love. I know how horribly teenager-y this sounds, but hear me out.
It’s important to fall in love while you’re young- I think we all do at some point. We all know that weightless feeling when you have your first kiss or the wonder at how someone else can love you.
All good things must end though- young love isn’t meant to last. Heartbreak is brutal- you end up questioning everything that he said. Everything he said and everything he did;you wonder,’What changed? What went wrong?’
Naturally, this sounds dramatic. Honestly though, that’s what it’s like. Just kind of… confusion.
I’ve been both the dumper and the dumpee, and both of them suck. The dumpee is worse though- definitely. Unless you were dating a perfect robot of a significant other who explains everything flawlessly, chances are that as the dumpee, you don’t really know what went wrong.
The hardest lesson to learn is how to move on. It hurts like hell- someone who once had so much of your heart just doesn’t want it anymore, and you have to accept it. It doesn’t make you worthless or any less of a person.
I think that what you take out of falling out of love is how to rely on yourself. You really don’t need anyone else to be who you are. It’s all about creating your identity.
It’s not a fun lesson to learn, but we’ve all got to.
Don’t take over the world without me.