When someone walks out of your life, there's a fine line between the people who are worth fighting for and the ones to let go of.
I have high functioning mental illnesses.
When my ex, Kevin, left me I had a really difficult time accepting the end. I experienced fits of rage, often toward people who didn't deserve it. It was almost like my mind was subconsciously digging for to be mad about and cling to as a form of release.
I don't believe that a romantic relationship that is intended to last a lifetime can depend on something as frivolous as feelings.
Heartbreak. It's used figuratively to describe the pain associated with a loss but it's an all consuming vacuum for those who have experienced it. I myself being one, and I've watched many of my friends experience the same time again.
Let me be the foundation that holds you when you are falling apart.