About three years ago was when I was first going through my breakup with my high school sweetheart. In this blog lets call him Sam. Sam meant so much to me, and I didn't know how to make it through without writing and expressing my feelings. I wrote something that I found a couple weeks ago in a secret folder in my computer. It was called Time. It isn't dated, but I know that it is from the time when I was just starting to move past my heartbreak. I am going to share this with you all. Looking back on the writing I did from my last break up reassured me that I will be okay with time. I am just not there yet. And you all will be okay too.
Time:
What I have learned over the past fifteen month about moving on is simple, yet complicated. The only thing that truly works in order to move on is time. Time is a small four letter word which sometimes is just as complicated as the other four letter word, love. I never really realized how the two words are so connected. It takes time to fall in love, as well as time to move on from love. In my life, falling in love with Sam took time. I needed to get to know him. I had to learn what he liked, what made him happy, how he liked to please others, and how he treated me. Everything about him had to be known to me, until I fell for him. Now that can be different for everyone, but for me that’s how it worked. I can’t say exactly how long it took to love him, but it definitely took time. As for moving on, for me, the process still isn’t complete. Since we ended on bad terms, I had to go through so many different stages to get where I am today. I went through shock, sadness, hatred, happiness, and then I came to acceptance. I am finally learning to accept what happened and move on. This is a process that has taken so much out of me, and in the end made me a stronger person. Even though there were moments when I hated it more than anything, I can honestly say that if I didn’t go through all of these stages, I wouldn’t be strong, and wouldn’t be able to look at him without breaking. That is how time helped me. I used it to become strong and be okay. Time is your friend. It may not seem like it as it is flying by and you feel like nothing
is changing, but it is helping. Slowly but surely, it is there by your side, helping you, every step of the
way.
Time:
What I have learned over the past fifteen month about moving on is simple, yet complicated. The only thing that truly works in order to move on is time. Time is a small four letter word which sometimes is just as complicated as the other four letter word, love. I never really realized how the two words are so connected. It takes time to fall in love, as well as time to move on from love. In my life, falling in love with Sam took time. I needed to get to know him. I had to learn what he liked, what made him happy, how he liked to please others, and how he treated me. Everything about him had to be known to me, until I fell for him. Now that can be different for everyone, but for me that’s how it worked. I can’t say exactly how long it took to love him, but it definitely took time. As for moving on, for me, the process still isn’t complete. Since we ended on bad terms, I had to go through so many different stages to get where I am today. I went through shock, sadness, hatred, happiness, and then I came to acceptance. I am finally learning to accept what happened and move on. This is a process that has taken so much out of me, and in the end made me a stronger person. Even though there were moments when I hated it more than anything, I can honestly say that if I didn’t go through all of these stages, I wouldn’t be strong, and wouldn’t be able to look at him without breaking. That is how time helped me. I used it to become strong and be okay. Time is your friend. It may not seem like it as it is flying by and you feel like nothing
is changing, but it is helping. Slowly but surely, it is there by your side, helping you, every step of the
way.