and I’m in the hand basket.
All around me people’s lives are in upheaval. Relationships are splitting at a record pace — maybe because, IMHO, people aren’t allowing them to allowing them to grow and change. I can’t tell you about the number of times I’ve dated someone (I’ll be realistic here — the number of times I’ve been in a relationship with someone) and watched it all fall to shambles because the other person didn’t want it to change, and in preventing the natural growth and development, ended up strangling it to death.
No one likes change — in fact, one of the most often heard phrases is “if it could only be as it once was — but believe me, it can’t, it won’t, and it’s best that that it never be that.
The hardest part of love isn’t the letting go. The hardest part of love is seeing that person, at whatever time after the relationship ends, and they’re with someone else and they’re happy. Happy in a way that you were never able to make them. That’s the hardest part of love. That’s when you fall back and say “why couldn’t I do that?” Or “they never were that way around me…”
Light a candle, move on. The time just wasn’t right for the two of you.
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