Hey Buddy,
I still remember how it felt.
My heart was beating when I walked out the door. I wanted to throw up, but I couldn’t. I wanted to stop crying, but I couldn’t. Shock…yes, that’s the right word. I was in shock and I couldn’t believe what just happened.
Did I really throw away a four-year relationship?
One month longer and it would have been four years. This one month…would it have changed anything? I don’t know. All I know is that I was in pain. One part of me was glad that it was over. My body, my mind, and my spirit were exhausted from all the arguments, the disagreements, and the bitterness.
Another part of me was scared. I was scared to death.
"I felt as if I was trapped in an elevator without air to breathe"
For four years, she was by my side. We’ve seen each other at least every second day. Suddenly, she was gone. And I was alone. I’ve never felt so lonely. I wanted to go back, but I knew that it was impossible. I wanted to hug her one last time, but I knew that I would regret it.
It was good that we ended this relationship. We had no future. My mind knew it. My heart refused to listen. That’s why I told myself over and over again: “it was the best decision. It was the best decision. It was the best decision…”
Was it?
I still remember the first time she called me. It felt weird. The small talk was terrible. It felt like a job interview. Then she told me that she kissed another guy in a club. I don’t know why she told me that, but I pretended to be cool about it. I told her that she can do whatever she wants. She’s single. She’s free.
I cried after I hung up the phone...and then I hoped she would call back.
How do you feel today?
You’re still not over her, huh?
That’s why I write you these lines. I don’t care if you were the one who broke up or if she was the one who broke up. It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that you have to get over her.
I know that you hate me for saying what you already know.
But I don’t write this letter to you because I want to tell you what you want to hear. I write it because I want to tell you what you need to hear. That’s a big difference. And yes, it will be painful (you already know that), and it will take time.
Maybe it takes a month. Maybe it takes a year. I don’t know because I don’t know how hard you’re willing to work on yourself.
I don’t know how much time you waste listening to romantic songs on YouTube and how much time you invest into reading books that help you to heal your pain, gain confidence, and grow.
I don’t know how much time you spend alone in a room, crying your eyes out, and how much time you spend with people who support you and help you to forget the pain.
I don’t know how many hours per day you think about your regrets from the past and how many hours per day you think about the future and the endless possibilities that wait for you on the other side.
Do you want to know what’s on the other side?
A new life and a better future are waiting for you.
I know. You think I’m crazy. You think that I have no freaking idea how you feel now and how you will feel in the future. Well, maybe I do. After the breakup with my ex-girlfriend, I fell into a deep depression.
I couldn’t eat and I couldn’t sleep. I lost so much wait that my parents called me every three hours and asked me if I had enough to eat. I had enough. I just couldn’t swallow that damn stuff. My throat felt like a stone and my legs felt like wood that could crack every second. I know how painful it is.
But I also know how it feels when the pain fades away.
I know how it feels to regain your strength, to become the man you always wanted to be, and to find love again. And I promise you. This time it will be better than the last time because you will be the best version of yourself.
That’s what’s going to happen when you don’t give up.
My secret: The three P’s…
Persevere when it hurts the most. Be persistent until your soul heals. Be passionate about finding the light at the end of the tunnel.
Every tunnel has an entry and an exit.
Take the first step today and you’ll soon reach the exit.
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