This Too Shall Pass...

In the end it all blows over.

When someone leaves you for someone else, makes that choice of another, over you, that pain, the hurt blows over eventually.

At first. you hate yourself, you doubt yourself, doubt your looks, question him/her, question the universe for even bringing you guys together, wish you’d never met, question everything you did together, question God. Then, you question why you never picked up on the clues that it was not so great, that they were not as good a person as you had thought. Because if they were that good, they would have found an easier way to say goodbye, they wouldn’t have fed you some lies. excuses. coldness. bullshit. in their quest to dissipate.

All these thoughts go through your head initially and as you sort them out you wonder when the questions will stop taunting you. With no possible forthcoming answers.

Then there comes a time. after much meditation. and loving yourself, appreciating your peace, your space, your calm. there will eventually come a time when all this nonsense, especially their indecisive nonsense, will all blow over. And you can be free to be yourself, to reclaim yourself. make them a memory.

Sometimes it’s the hope for that time, that respite, that keeps me going through the noise.