The Day he broke my Heart…

The day he broke my Heart...

...I cried.
...I put up a fight.
...I woke up.
...I saw my thoughts had to change.
...I said goodbye to the old me.
...I learned to love myself more.
...I saw my mistakes and what went wrong.
...I changed my energy.
...I did what was good for me.
...I became (his) queen.
...He changed me.
...He rearranged me.
...He inspired me to become a better version of myself.
...He gave me the chance to see who I truly wanted to be.
...He empowered me to become a true queen.
...He became (my) king.

I remember the day I got the box he sent me, with all of my stuff in it.

It felt like a good bye forever.
I was shattered. My world crumbled.

I couldn’t feel anything else than: that can’t be happening!

I wrote him desperately, thinking I could change his mind but I am glad he didn’t.
I had to go through this...

I don’t even know how I did it, but I did.

I felt his urge for space, so I let it go and focused on myself.

Sometimes we have to be strong enough to give us self the time to grief.
To let go of something we were so sure about.

Sometimes we need to allow ourselves to be strong enough to be weak.

Allow ourselves to cry and just live in the moment.
Purge, clamor.

When all the pain is gone, all the anger disappeared, we can come back to our heart and the true feelings we have for the other person.
After that, we can listen into ourselves, take the time to analyze what went wrong and then change something...

Whether it’s the attitude, the energy or the belief.

I learned to dream again and I realized that all I saw was him in my life.

A life together.

That I wanted to be his partner which meant I head to change something within me, to be right for him.

I had to become (his) queen.

Rule my kingdom and focus on my inner world.

So instead of focusing on what went wrong, I turned into my inner world and knowing and focused on what I wanted and who I wanted to be.
I revisited the things he said to me and went through our time together.

It became crystal clear that no matter what had happened in the end, our story wasn’t over and our love was the only constant going on in the past 2 years for the both of us.
3 weeks later I wrote him that I missed him and we talked on the phone that night.

We talked about the things we went through for the past weeks.

We realized that if we wouldn’t have had a break, listened into our hearts and redirected them to each other, we would not be here, on this journey, together.
We both took the time and space to realize how much we missed each other while we were apart.

We both re-evaluated people in our lives and set our boundaries with others and our priorities.

We let go of things and people that no longer belonged into our lives, so we could make room for each other.

From that day on we were together again.

The day he broke my Heart was the beginning of our new story.
Not co-depend but independent and strong. Together.

Helen Davies