#3am writings

After years of trying to understand why my healing process took longer, I began to realize that this one was of a different nature. In this version of a heartbreak, I was the villain of the story. I was the one that got away. I was the one who burned all bridges, maybe in an impulsive haste. Healing was not what my soul craved, but forgiveness. Self-forgiveness. And what life’s been trying to tell me, during all these years of agony and self-loathing as a consequence of my actions, is that forgiving yourself is harder and more challenging than forgiving others, but it’s a necessary step for moving on.

Forgive yourself.

Stuck between “wanting to feel that kind of love again” and “don’t want to feel that kind of heartbreak again”.