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Over the past two days, I’ve listened to three people tell me stories of their worst heartbreaks. What struck me so deeply was that each one of them said, “I thought I had met The One.” It got me to thinking there are breakups, and there are smashings of the heart that can never be undone. Hearing their stories, I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with sadness. How do you begin to move on? The answer, I think, is you don’t. If it is the worst kind of heartbreak, it stays forever. Yet all three of them are still hoping, searching, coping–even if it is with a more jaded and guarded view of the world. Everyone has experienced that pain, and to hear stories of it firsthand is incredibly emotional. But I think it’s what you learn in the depths of sorrow that make you a different person. A better person. To be out-of-control, all-consuming, blindingly crazy in love is a dangerous love. But it is also the love that teaches us the most about ourselves with a conviction that never strays, for we remember those feelings and their consequences most vividly. To know we have become stronger, wiser, and more capable. . . It almost makes the lesson worth the pain.

sometimesimage via Megan Gilger, The Fresh Exchange


Author: Rachael

Book lover + editor, feminist, California soul + New York state of mind.

One thought on “Heartbreak

  1. Beautifully written and all so true. Sigh.

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