Positively Scarred

phoenixignitionme:

I wish that it could all be as easy as deleting your pictures.

Again, I try not to reblog but what I have to say about this statement takes more than the characters allowed in a reply.

It’s not easy. It’s not simple. Getting over and moving forward with your life after a break up is tough shit. Deleting the pictures doesn’t erase them from your heart. It’s hard. It’s REALLY hard.

But it’s the first step. It starts off with simple things like deleting photos, getting rid of things that remind you of them, and de-friending them on Facebook. Then it starts to become easier. You go days without thinking about them. Your friends stop bringing up their name. Slowly, you start to forget what they look like, how they laugh, what their voice sounds like, and how they made you feel like you were all they ever needed.

Then you start, slowly, moving forward. You allow yourself to have fun, to go out with friends and/or family, to expand yourself beyond the confines of your heart and your mind. You keep yourself busy. Find new things, new people, to occupy your time with.

And then you wake up one day and, even though you may still love them, they’re gone. Traces may still exist in some form, but they are no longer your priority, your main concern, or the thing you think about most everyday.

It’s not as simple as deleting photos, but it does get easier.