It takes a long time.
That’s what I’ve learned. It
takes a long time to stop acting like the world has your happiness on back
order – like it will just show up at your doorstep one day. A long time to stop believing the universe
owes you something for what you’ve been through. A long time to stop thinking there is quota
of suffering you have to meet and once it’s met, then you get to be happy ever
after. It takes a long time to see the
difference between the love you want and the love you need. And even longer to accept the love that
someone is able to give. And even longer
still to accept when someone can’t or when you can’t – or that, sometimes, letting
go is a greater act of love than holding on.
It takes a long time to stop feeling like your eleven year old self,
crouched crying in the corner. I don’t
know how long. Maybe that’s why life
happens in time.
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