Every relationship is a learning opportunity, may it be that relationship lasting 7 hours, 7 days, or 7 years. Doesn’t matter. From day one, I’m talking 1st grade here people, I have always fallen hard and fast. I blame Disney. I have always longed for the kind of love you would die for. Sometimes when you think you have it, it turns out that you were very wrong. It happens. Then you give yourself one night, (or if your me a whole damn week) to cry , get it all out, and get over it. **Times may vary depending on length of relationship and level of fucks given.**
It is hard. I know. I have been the brokenhearted and I have been the heart breaker. Both equally suck if you have any heart whatsoever. This isn’t about that. This is about the take away. You learn something from everything, especially when there is hurt. Just have to decide. Worth it? The Struts sing “I wanna taste love and pain. Wanna feel pride and shame. I don’t wanna take my time. Don’t wanna waste one line. I wanna live better days. Never look back and say, could have been me. It could have been me” Is the lesson worth the knife in your gut when he says he doesn’t feel the same, or worse your heart dying because when he looks at you the love you saw just yesterday wasn’t there?
The answer is suppose to be yes.
The answer is suppose to be I learned.
“All I’ve ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.”
I started this blog with a very different attitude. I apologize for the change. No…I apologize if you don’t like the change. The change is because of a heavy heart and I will not apologize for feeling so deeply that it affects all I say, do, and think.