and i think it was the deeper BECAUSE it happened so late, you know?
i fell in love much later, and boy oh boy it was no regular love
sadly, he was also a cruel and abusive man. this made the relationship some of the most intense torture of my life
i shaved half my head. i lost half my mind. and i broke all of my heart
she just stands there. vacant. it's heartbreaking
i had a good life after i broke up with him. i wrote a book. i lived a rich life. i remembered that people could be kind and the world didn't always hurt or scare you
no matter what i was doing. where i was. i would fucking WEEP
i'd never get over it. getting over things was something that happened to OTHER people
i know it feels like you'll never get over it. you'll never get over them. but that feeling is a LIE
to a softer ache
to a mild anomie
to a forgetting
and finally - when you're 80 - to an almost pleasant nostalgia (i imagine. i'm not there yet lol)
it will happen to you
but baby, they align in the end. they get there. i promise