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"There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go."

It's been 3 months already since my last breakup with my ex. We've been together for 5years and 11months wew. It really didn't felt good that time as we're almost reaching 6years but oh well sometimes we can't expect things to happen in a wrong way but still we remained friends after and she even called me her bestfriend. We even fancied each other if we are going to have our own future boyfriends and girlfriends that I will introduce mine to her and so as hers to me. She even told me that she will support me on where I am going to be happy. I just nod and told her the same. She's a wonderful gal to be honest but maybe were just not really meant for each other. We no longer have communication until now but I'm hoping that she's fine. I know breakups really hurts much in this world but this is life. We have to move one, "time is not just pure gold at all but it also heals wounds and helps in moving on". We must accept the fact that life goes on and so as we. Facing those feelings of rejection and anger by acknowledging them, dealing with them, and then achieving closure. The most important thing is to get in touch with reality and walks to the road of recovery and make it a lot less bumpy.


Here's something I would like to share:

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin. "Love is the beauty of the soul."

--St. Augustine