"Of course, you never really forget someone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their hair cut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again."
you really wanna know? t h i n k y o u c a n b e a r i t ? — let's t a l k about how insanely terrifying it is to realise that your sexual/romantic orientation isn't the norm you're supposed to be, shall we? let's t a l k about how much it hurts when your heart clenches up because your dark-skinned daughter wishes she were white? (she's seven) let's t a l k about the way you grit your teeth every time someone makes a joke about what could have been on your autopsy three years ago. let's t a l k about giving up on what you want most in life. let's discuss how deeply, overwhelmingly, and all-consumingly that hurts. let's t a l k about feeling, genuinely believing, that you will never be loved. that you never should be. that you don't deserve it. that it's just wrong. you wouldn't be so eager to take a walk in someone else's shoes if you knew how much their feet bled. please stop romanticising our pain.