Dear You,

It must be something we make up in our own minds. Everything is fine and then we attach love to it and suddenly we become slaves to our own made up emotions.

Love, Me



Dear You,

The hopeless feeling is creeping up slowly and I find it dragging along memories and thoughts I supressed a long time ago…

Love, Me



Dear You,

I’m not sure if I believe in love anymore.

Love, Me



Anonymous asked:
Hey, I just wanted to say I'm really happy for you. I've been following you the whole while, and I've found your posts to be mirroring my own feelings throughout the year up til now. Cheers to be finding happiness again :)

Thank you so much <3 I hope that you, and everyone else, finds the happiness you deserve. Stay strong.



I started this blog a little over a year ago in order to deal with a devastating break up. I knew I needed to do some inward healing and self-discovery in order to fix the things that were broken. Regardless of if I ended back up with my ex or decided to move on, I needed a way to get out my feelings and the lessons I learned along the way. This blog, in so many ways was a coping mechanism, and a necessary one at that. I wrote here religiously, sharing with you all the thoughts and emotions of a broken-hearted girl. A year and three months have passed and I’m healed. Not completely, there are still scars from my past that present problems for my future, but I’m happy and whole. I’m a better person today than I was yesterday. Unfortunately, I don’t think writing here is for me anymore. I’m in a relationship with someone new and this blog, although it has been amazing, is a reminder of the past. I won’t be deleting it, I just won’t be writing in it anymore. I don’t think I’ll ever come back to this, unless my heart gets broken again, which for obvious reasons, I pray it doesn’t. I stopped writing on my personal blog, but I’m going to start back up again. So for those of you that would still like to follow me my personal is http://endocardiumm.tumblr.com/.  I want to thank you all for following me through this journey. 

To those of you that just had your heart broken, remember to love yourself. Things get better, I promise they do. Its hard and it hurts like hell but you’ll pull through.

Love,

Jenn



I don’t know if I want to write here anymore. I’ve fallen for someone else, someone that makes me happy. This has been a wonderful outlet for the past year as I wrote through the hardest times of my break up. I wrote as I cried, as I found happiness. For those of you who have been reading since the beginning, you’ve seen it all unfold. You’ve watched me build myself back up. For those of you that jumped in along the way, you’ve found something to identify with, I’m sure. I just don’t know if this is for me anymore. I’m in love with my boyfriend and I’m happy. Really happy. If you want my personal, message me off-anon. I’m not sure what I’m doing with this blog anymore.



Dear You,

Strings of words and letters and lines. Circles and circles and circles delicately intertwined forming webs and spirals and shades of the most spectacular colors you’ve ever seen. Drips of water falling through the molecules of oxygen so tightly wound together. Explosions of lights contrasting against the dark sky. The sun beating down and warming your skin. Your favorite color and driving through all the green lights. The way these things warm your heart, that’s you.

Love, Me



Dear You,

I’m haunted by this thought that this is all a dream. When I wake up, it’ll be a year ago. Right after my heart shattered. I’ll have to relive it all. I’m terrified that none of this is real. I’m terrified I haven’t met you yet. I’m terrified that I won’t remember everything exactly the way it was so that I can make sure I’m led right back into your arms. 

Love, Me



Dear You,

There’s a certainty in your step and a confidence in the breaths you take as you lay silently next to me asleep. The way your hand always finds mine. Your fingers linger as they slip in between mine. You grip tightly and I remember to breathe again. 

Love, Me



Dear You,

I’d give everything I posses to be with you. The way our body touched. The warmth of your chest on mine. I felt your tough arms, and kissed your shoulder. You kissed me on my forehead and told me you loved me. I swear, that was probably the best feeling I’ve ever felt. It felt so great knowing someone could possibly love me that much. I dont regret a single thing and I hope I will never have to regret it in the future. 

Love, Me