People will be harsh, they will be ruthless; they won't all understand.They'll look at you with pity in their eyes, and your lungs will gasp for air as you drown in an ocean of despair while they tell you to get over her. And they'll tell you "she's not worth the tears" when she probably is worth the tears-ever since that rainy September day she left you with her cold cup of coffee sitting on your table where her keys once lingered (you've not touched a cup of coffee since). And you'll still cry, you'll still fall apart every Sunday remembering those late night calls , those early morning text messages asking if you were up at 1am and wanted to watch the sun rise at 5am .Blue was her favourite colour, you'll laugh when you find yourself remembering that small detail (not the way her lips felt after she'd taken two shots of vodka, or the way she brushed her hands through your hair like a bad habit). And you'll still see her face in every empty frame in the living room, you'll still hear her beside you in the morning when your eyes are falling shut from all the crying. Your soul will mourn, the tears won't stop and they'll keep running down your cheeks even two months later when you see her at the lake with her new boyfriend hanging off her shoulder. But that's heartbreak, and whatever they say ("get over her already" "stop crying") it'll still hurt, even years later when you've moved on and found yourself someone even better (when they mention her name your eyes will widen and you'll remember her but you won't remember the colour of her eyes, or the way her voice sounded when he laughed).
But that's heartbreak so don't listen to them when they tell you it's easy, because it won't be. So take your time and allow yourself to feel these things, and when the time comes to move on you'll feel it (because you'll start drinking coffee again and you'll forget her favourite colour was blue). >> #art #illustration #love #alone #tattoo #heartout
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