Ah, the broken heart. We’ve all been through it, and no matter how many new outfits you try to mask it with, no matter how many times your friends tell you he’s not worth your energy, no matter how many times you think and rethink the end – A broken heart is a broken heart. We’ve all stayed up crying until half 4 in the morning, we’ve all had that heart stopping moment when we see his name under another girl’s photo, we’ve all avoided him like the plague in Penneys… we all have those loves that stay with us.
For me, heartbreak always seemed to fit the movie stereotype. I am the ice-cream girl, the dweller. I’ve definitely chopped in a dodgy fringe on several occasions, and I’ve had more hair colours than I can count. Sometimes it’s not easy to bounce back, because the reality is, sometimes you just loved him. That’s it, whether it was an all-consuming love or a brick-by-brick liking, because the truth is, if he bomb-dived his way into your heart wearing 1 Million, he had enough hold while he was rooted in there to split it in half. Your emotions aren’t a light switch. The way you felt about him wasn’t being lived by anybody else. Your friends didn’t wake up beside him, your mum wasn’t talking to him everyday, nobody else had that stabbing gut feeling when they saw him chatting to somebody new in the smoking area.
We’ve all lived it, we’re all haunted by the heartbreaks to some extent. I know the healing process can include brushing the pain under the carpet after a while because you think everyone else is over it, but I am here to confirm that it bloody hurts. It’s horrible. Trust me, I still have social media pages I can’t dare to venture onto and places that give me the “Blah” feeling.
Time. It really is time. Have your pyjama days and then have your brunch dates with the girls, because as I said before, we’ve all been through it, and no matter how many new outfits you try to mask it with, no matter how many times your friends tell you he’s not worth your energy, no matter how many times you think and rethink the end – A broken heart is a broken heart, but these things are part of the healing process and some of them can make tomorrow seem a little brighter as the night sinks in again.
Trust me, the strongest girls have all had that Chocolate Fudge Brownie binge, and it’s okay to still love him, but remember to love yourself too.
