You fall out of love with someone slowly, much more slowly than you fell in love with them. Falling out of love comes in stages.
You feel every emotion in one; heartbreak, rejection, confusion, nostalgia, wistfulness, anguish. You feel broken. You will want to hang on to something, even thought deep down you know that there is nothing left to hold on to. You overthink for a while, and then you finally accept that you weren’t right for each other.
You spend some time apart, and you begin to see the light again. You start to stop thinking about them constantly, and the echo of their haunting voice in your mind dissipates. Their eyes, their smile, you start to forget them. But a part of them is still with you.
You learn how to live life without them again. You start to remember who you were before them, and you will accept that you have changed after them. You will see that you are a new person. You will pick up the pieces that were left broken on the floor. You will mend yourself.
You will realise that you’re perfectly fine on your own, and you are happy. You will be whole again. You will realise that you are all you need.
I hope you’re doing okay, love.
