As much as I try to stick to my own advice concerning love and heartbreak, it's hard as hell. Some days I have to realize that it's okay to cry about it. It'll be 7 months since we broke up and I still haven't gone a day without thinking about her. My life is moving fast and furious and I have plenty of reasons to be happy but I think I need to give myself a day, or a moment at least, to cry. I'm not sure what it was but last night I couldn't get any sleep. I was so upset about it. Silly me, I made one-too-many clicks on facebook and found a picture that wasn't the best thing in the world for me to lay my eyes on. I'm still heartbroken, and still healing. I think we all need those days to take our guard down and feel hurt. Of course, you can't live your life that way. I can't live my life that way- with my guard down and feeling sorry for myself. I have so many reasons to be overjoyed and incredibly happy.
I spend alot of my time wishing I had things I can't have. BUT, no fret. I'm blessed with an amazing family and a life full of neverending support, which I thank God for every day. So there's no use crying over spilled milk. (but in this case it's more than just spilled milk, it's a spilled gallon of milk).
from that dancer guy to you,
Tony
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