(Originally published in 2015) I had been trying for a while at that point to make myself believe that I was sincerely happy. All of the pieces fit together to make a seemingly perfect whole. He was there, we spent our time together, we loved each other – everything was moving as steadily as it could with the exception of some bumps in the road along the way. I really wanted it to be enough. I wanted to feel beautiful and light when I was with him; I was always hoping for him

The thing about heartbreak is that nothing can prepare you for it. There is no road map to tell you where to start and where you'll end up. There are no directions to follow; no hand to hold; no sense of when things will get better. The thing about losing someone is that you begin to not trust yourself; your head becomes crowded with doubts - all the should have's, could have's, and what if's. Nothing feels safe, secure and familiar anymore. What they don't tell you growing u

“Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. I say, fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who will love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head, and you listen to your heart. And I'm not hearing any heart. Cause the truth is, honey, there's no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven't lived a life at all. But you have to try, cause if you haven

Have you ever felt like something wasn't right for you but you still continued to pursue it? You knew deep in your bones that there would be no happy, forever ending; you knew that one day things would eventually change; hearts would be broken and opposite paths walked upon, but you still chose to stay, to see what could come of it? Or maybe you were just scared of the sadness that would dawn if you broke things off before something triggered you to. Even the things that aren

Have you ever written a letter to an old boyfriend, articulating things that were left unsaid, writing for a sense of closure, only to leave it unsent? I’ve done that twice in my life and both times I thought I was completely over my ex. I was happy to finally feel unattached and independent, only to soon hear a song that reminded me of him or to unexpectedly stumble across an old photo of us, causing my heart to drop into my stomach and knots to fill the void. Alanis Moriset