I’ve known all along that healing would be a difficult process and that breaking things off was the right thing to do for both of us. What I didn’t know is how much I would appreciate what I have now and who I am now, which have both come about as a result of growing from my experiences with him and from my experiences after I cut him from my life.
Fear of change sometimes prevents people from making the right decision. Fear of change made me hold onto a stagnating relationship a year longer than I should have. But change, despite how painful it was when it was finally forced upon me, eventually made me realize that I had been missing out on so much. I’ve grown closer to my friends and family, discovered more about myself, and learned that you can heal after a fall.
I’ve come along way since last summer. He still crosses my mind at least a few times each day, but I’m content with where I am now. No more feelings of saudade or struggling to find happiness in all its fleeting elusiveness. I think I have found happiness, and it’ll keep me company for at least some time longer.
