I don’t hate you. I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but I absolutely cannot. You cheated on me, hurt me, and tore me apart, but for the life of me I cannot hate you. Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t like you a whole bunch. Instead, I have this peculiar feeling that I cannot put a name to. Perhaps, it is because I did once love you, and no matter how much it hurts, you can’t just erase the feelings you once had. No, you must, in some sense, embrace them. I had a hard time getting over you. I spent months loathing myself and loathing you. I wasted my time crying over things that weren’t tear worthy, until one day my pain went away. How? I remembered that I did once care about you, and whether I liked it or not, I had to accept it. And so I did. I harvested up those feelings I once had for your and channeled them again and it made me realize I wanted you to be happy. Not in the twisted way where I only want you to be happy with me. Instead, I acknowledged that no matter how many horrible things you did to me, you were still a human being. And what does every human being deserve? A shot. In this case, a shot at happiness. So no, I don’t hate you. How could I ever? I did once love you and even though those feelings are far away now, I must respect them. Moreover, I must respect your general personhood as well. After all, I would want you to do the same for me.
Grrls, we all experience heart-break. It is a rite of passage. Young relationships are fickle and ultimately unreliable. However, when you are in love with that special someone it feels so strong and indefinite. And that’s the worst part about it. Once the relationship ends, you have this void. This emptiness in your stomach that keeps you up at night. You tell yourself that you would do anything to fix it, and you blame yourself, then you blame them. I know, I’ve been there. It hurts and it feels like it won’t get better, but I promise it does. The wounds never heals completely, but you will move on. The most important thing to remember is that it is natural. So, don’t hate yourself and don’t hate them. After all, if it wasn’t him (or her), it would’ve been someone else.
Hatred weighs you down. It tugs at your heart and prevents you from being free. How can you ever love someone else when you’re imprisoned by your own feelings. So, free yourself and love unconditionally. Those painful heartbreaks will all be worth it because with each break-up you’re one step closer to where you’re meant to be