This is something I wrote a while back for something else and when I was reading over it tonight I thought I would share. I can't think of a single person I know who hasn't loved and lost...so read...hopefully enjoy...show me love.
It is better to have loved and lost...
That's the saying isn't it? It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.
Getting over someone is the hardest thing known to mankind - or womankind as the case may be. There are all kinds of relationships with all kinds of levels. There are connections on each of those levels. And some are easily moved on from. You know moving on is the right thing, you are thankful for that person's presence in your life, and you move on. Or you hate them, can't stand the sight of them, and moving on is even easier. But sometimes, sometimes moving on is the most painful experience there is. It can rip your heart out, eat it like a wild animal, and regurgitate it to be reinserted and ripped out again.
Rarely in life do you find another person that there is a connection on all levels. Someone who stimulates your mind, body, emotions, and all your senses at once. It is almost overload to find these people. You see them and think, wow I'd like to know that person. Then you seek them out. Then BAM! Overload!!
Losing a connection like this begs the question of what the entire purpose of the relationship was. Walking away with personal growth may seem like the obvious answer. And yet, you must wonder if there wasn't some easier (less heart-regurgitated) way to achieve this growth.
And still, we continue on. We live and love. Each time opening ourselves up to another person for this pain. And at times we get it, in all of the ripping out glory that love can bring. And we grow. Right? We grow.
Perhaps it is better to have loved and lost. Perhaps that connection to another human being is so sacred that we welcome the chance to have our heart shredded even for a glimpse of what could've been. I know I have.
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