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vineri, octombrie 16, 2009

How to heal a broken heart



Do not write love poems.
Forgive yourself for the one morning you didn't kiss him awake while the alarm clock rang.
Let yourself cry when you realise you don't remember the last time he said "I love you".
And again, when you don't know exactly when you said "I love you" last.
Do not count days between the last time he saw you naked.
And don't ask yourself what that last time meant to him.
Delete the songs you know you'll never be able to listen to again.
And his number from your phone.
And the text in which he calls you sweetie, and asks when you'll be home.
Save the emails in which he tells you that you're the most beautiful girl in the world, but promise yourself not to read them for at least ten years. It will still hurt then, but it will hurt less.

Avoid the bus that you took to get to him.
Call your best friend at 3 am just to hear her voice.
And your mother, just to say you don't understand.
And your father, to confess your weaknesses, because he will tell you that you are strong and he will believe it.
Lose your voice and find it again, in between the sobs and the smiles.
Laugh at the memory of your very first time.
Remember how much you grew together, and how much you grew apart.
Believe that you will love again when it feels true, and tell yourself you will when it doesn't.
Be hurt, and hurt, and hurt, until you're not.
And mostly, do not write love poems.

5 Comments:

  • At 11:14 a.m., Blogger Cristian said…

    I don’t believe in a friendship after a love story!!!

     
  • At 11:17 a.m., Blogger Katakitoka said…

    Who said something about friendship?:)

     
  • At 10:52 p.m., Anonymous Anonim said…

    au trecut 3 ani... Si acum ma doare... si acum simt acel gol care ma omoara... Noaptea e cea mai grea... :-<

     
  • At 11:17 p.m., Blogger Katakitoka said…

    cunosc sentimentul, la mine dimineata era cea mai grea...
    Insa crede-ma, iti spun din proprie experienta, poti sa fii bine si sa treci mai departe, insa nimeni nu poate face asta in locul tau. Suntem singurii responsabili de aceasta vindecare, asa ca incearca sa te regasesti pe tine, lucrurile care iti plac si viata ta asa cum ai vrea sa fie. Uita-te la cer, zambeste, bucura-te de lucrurile care ne inconjoara, chiar daca la inceput va fi un pic fortat, cu timpul vor veni de la sine. Admira fluturii, iubeste primavara :) Va fi bine, crede-ma.

     
  • At 12:22 a.m., Anonymous Anonim said…

    Azi stateam in statie...era noapte... si ploua .. si era frig... Un baiat si o fata sub o umbrela... Numai cand bateau farurile se vedeau umbrele lor sub acea umbrela... Am zambit ... si de-abia in secunda urmatoare o furculita rece mi-a perforat inima...

     

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