For the girl who chose wisely

Keep running.  

Keep going.  Don’t stop.  See the road ahead, even it isn’t there yet.  Feel the ground you are trotting and sense the past behind you.  At some point you will stop, and you will want to turn around.   Don’t.  If you do…

You will see him.  You will see his face in complete light.  You will see what all you are leaving…a life you have built with him.  But you walked, and you did it for a reason.  Your gut told you to run.  So run.  Do it. 

Your mind will trick you soon.  It will portray him in a beautiful way.  And you will only remember the good.  You will remember how he held you, you will remember how he smiled, and you will remember his laugh.  You will hear a song, and be quickly reminded of when you heard it…and you were probably with him.  Shut it off.  None of us are so strong as to be able to betray the memories we create in our fragile states. 

His laugh will echo.  It will ring through your ears, it will shake your core, and you will hope for a second that he is behind you.  Don’t look.  Keep running. 

You will want to look at old pictures, to feel the wedding dress between your fingers, and to count the years that could have been.  You will not know what to say when you are asked why you ran—and a piece of you will want to betray what you had.  Don’t.  Be a woman.  Be strong, and be courageous.  Its okay to run, yet still be kind to yourself.  Bitterness will not get you anywhere. 

The tears will come, and then they will disappear.  You will be left with anger—at him for not making it work, and for his ability to let you slide right out of his fingertips like a veil in the wind. Release him.  Watch him float out of your hands. 

And when you can stand to see the light of day, get out of bed.  Put your feet on the floor, and get dressed.  Really get dressed.  Dress up.  Make yourself feel extra beautiful on that day.  And look in the mirror.  Where you once saw tears and puffs, gently wipe away the slate.  Tell yourself you are beautiful, that you are enough, and you deserve more. 

Eat healthy, work out, put your all into your work.  See friends, hug family.  Call a therapist.  Buy a dog.  Train it.  Be busy.  Be very very busy. 

But when you feel emotion about your decision, find an outlet—write in a journal, listen to music that doesn’t make you remember him.  Figure out what you are most upset about.  I can promise you it isn’t because you genuinely miss him. 

In fact, you don’t really miss him.  You miss the idea of him.  You waited so long for the day to come home to a man…someone to cook for, to love, and to make you feel as if you are special because he chose you.  But how about this:

You come home to you.  You love you.  Be good to you.  Do what’s best for YOU.  Feel special because you are special, and choose you over and over again.  In fact, when you walked away, you chose you.  And you’re strong, and brave, and your courage climbs mountains. 

When you feel alone, write about it.  Embrace the beauty of your inner solitude.  Make new friends.  Do things that you never did when you were his.  So this time, become yours.  Become you.  Beautifully created you.