If you look close enough, you can tell when a girl has had her heart broken. There’s something in the way she smiles, the dull glimmer of her eyes that tells you someone or something has shattered her into a million, tiny pieces. If you look close enough, you can see she’s learning to piece back the fragments; and if you get close enough, you’ll see as to why.

When a girl gets her heart broken, she becomes half-herself. She feels as though the other part of her left with the one she was with or loved or wanted to love. She hates this feeling though and so she’ll make up her mind to do everything in her power to avoid such thinking. She’ll distract herself with people and things and places that she’s never met, tried, or seen before. A broken-hearted girl will do whatever it takes to protect herself from experiencing this crushing, all-consuming wave of despair ever again, but in her shattered heart of hearts know, she’d take the wreckage all again.

Because a girl with a broken heart doesn’t lie down and accept defeat forever. At some point, she gets up from the ashes of memories surrounding her, dusts herself off, and learns to walk away from a mindset that no longer suits her, or brings her happiness. A broken-hearted girl reminds herself of who she is, what she wants, and why she deserves it; and becomes the other half of herself she lost when she lost him.

A girl who’s experienced heartbreak goes out into the world and sees that all she wants she can have; and all she needs is herself to do so. She becomes a vibrant, tantalizing woman who exudes a new-found form of confidence that dazzles the fantasies of on-looking men and sparks the envy of other women around her. She forms a new whole from the hole in her heart.

But even in her mystique and self-assurance, a broken-hearted girl is still filling in her cracks. If you look close enough, you’ll see the chips in her skull from when she tried to knock the thoughts of him out of her head. If you look close enough, you’ll see there are still traces from her fall.

Because a woman who once had her heart broken can learn to forgive, yes, but she will never forget how a broken heart feels. She’ll do anything she can to show herself that next time she won’t be so naïve, or idealistic, or vulnerable, but deep down realize that isn’t the way it goes.

A once broken-hearted woman knows that all wounds, no matter how bad, heal in time and that love will come again. It will hit her like a double-decker bus when she least expects it, perhaps least needs it, but at that point, she’ll be ready. Because when a girl gets her heart broken, she becomes a woman. She learns how to fight her own battles, bandage her own cuts, but most importantly, love herself most of all. So when this woman falls in love again, she won’t let her heart break as it did before. Be rest assured, she’ll be the one to catch her fall.

via thought catalog, Nicole Mormann.

A Love Letter To The Boys Who Can’t Love Back

Because there are only so many times you can get rejected before you start to realize that it isn’t the end of the world, regardless of how it might feel in the moment.

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Dear Boy,

I should start, I guess, by explaining why I address you as one person, although you are objectively many: It’s because you often feel exactly the same to me. When I would frantically compare notes with girlfriends over several glasses of wine, the similarities were uncanny. If this had been a crime, and we’d been detectives looking for a suspect who fit the description, there could have been no other assumption. Even in my own life, you all blur into one. The boy in fourth grade who pushed me down by the swing set and who, despite the well-intended insistence of my teacher, did not do it because he liked me — he is the same as the boy when I was 18 who called me at night but would never introduce me to his friends.

Your validation — or, rather, its absence — used to mean so…

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What I Think Of When I Think of You

“I think about how much you love honey and how allergic you are to honey and how sometimes the things we love can hurt us.   I think about how sometimes the things we love can hurt us.  I think about how sometimes the things we love can hurt us. I think about how sorry I am about some things.”

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When I think of you I immediately think of warmth. Thoughts alone of your incandescence are strong enough to produce a physical sensation of heat. You’re a study in thermodynamics. I think of the warmth you generate; the way your skin radiates, the glowing embers of your heart, and how all of these things have protected me from the cold of the world.

I think of the length of your eyelashes. I think of the weight of your cheek on my cheek. I think of the righteousness of your curves, of tasting bourbon off your lips, the hard allure of your soft confidence.  I think of your hair, because, who wouldn’t?

I don’t think about the bad times. I don’t think of misunderstandings, or miscommunications. I don’t think about logistics. I don’t think about pain.

I think of how much strength it takes to be tender. Then I think of how…

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