I hope this heartbreak has taught you nothing.
I hope, the next time you love, you love with all the reckless abandon that you did almost 4 years ago now.
I hope it doesn’t harden you.
I hope you remain soft, and open.
May your heart remain supple.
I hope it doesn’t diminish your capacity to trust another person with your dearest secrets and darkest memories.
I hope the old clichés don’t play out – once bitten, twice shy.
I hope you remain bold in the face of love.
And still grab it with both hands, fiercely.
I hope you have learnt how to love someone deeply, and to accept a sincere love in return.
I hope you have learnt love is worth putting everything you have on the line for.
I hope you allow yourself to be loved again, even at the risk of it all not paying off again.
Because time spent wholeheartedly loving someone is time well spent, and not to be regretted.
I hope this heartbreak has taught you nothing at all.
It seems all I do these days is write about how sad I am. So I may as well chronicle it for your entertainment.
We’d promised each other a lot of things over the years.
That we’d never leave.
That we’d always support each other.
That we’d always love each other.
That we’d always be adventure buddies.
I didn’t realise that these promises were conditional.
Conditional on my mental health remaining stable.
Conditional on me not becoming unwell.
Conditional on me not deviating from the adventurous, confident girl you fell in love with.
Well, I’m sorry I changed.
I’m sorry my mental health deteriorated.
But my promises were never conditional.
I loved you unconditionally.
And I still do.
Can anyone really ever promise anyone anything anyway?
Does it all amount to empty words and broken hearts in the end?
It seems that way.
I guess I’m just in disbelief that you can say “forever” one night, and the next morning break my heart. Forever.
Maybe some “forevers” do count.
But none of the ones I counted on.