Kintsugi

A broken heart,

Teaches you that you cannot control everything. 

That what you deemed impossible to happen can happen. 

That change is part of life. 

That however much you resist, you will move on.

That you are stronger than you thought you were.

That you are more vulnerable than you thought you were.

That you can feel.

Feel the greys and blues, and get drenched into them completely.

Soaked head to foot, like you never knew you could.

That some people will always be there in your life no matter how loathsome you become.

That some friendships will get stronger than they ever were.

That you will learn things about yourself that you always knew, 

But forgot, in the inebriations of love.

That you have a life apart from the person who you thought was your life.

That you have gifts, talents that matter more than anything else should.

That people come above it all.

And taking them for granted is a second mistake you will never commit.

That you will eventually see clear through your mistakes.

After the dust settles.

That you will finally long for someone,

That this time when you think about love,

You won't have to think about it all the time,

It will just happen, and it will be real.


Croissants and coffee,
XOXO

-T









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