When someone breaks your heart into a million pieces, you have to start picking them up slowly. You don’t think it’s possible to recover and that the pain will last forever. You see yourself in the middle of a dark room, and are convinced there is no way out. Then you start seeing a little guiding light, you fight back those ugly feelings, you do what you have to do to keep going despite the pain. It takes longer than you think, and there are many setbacks. You feel like you haven’t cried so much before.

But then one day you wake up and realize that you’ve made it to the other side of pain, and you cry because you’re happy. You feel proud because the only person who took you to the other side is YOU. You feel proud for still believing and for not giving up. You look back and see that getting your heart broken was probably what you needed in order to see the world through different eyes.

And then one day, when you’re finally ready, someone else comes into your life to show you what an amazing capacity of loving you have. So you smile again, you feel strongly again, and you cross your fingers until they hurt, wishing that feeling will last forever. That’s when you realize you’re alive, because you’re in love again. And the person who broke your heart is nothing but one of many experiences in your life. Then you forgive.