A Writer's Muse

They say a writer’s greatest inspiration comes from the most traumatic heartbreak. In my case, it so happened to be one of the biggest motivations behind my publication of ‘excerpts from the book i’ll never write.” 

When you’re young, you believe love in all its’ greatness. There are no consequences to the fall because there is always the belief, or rather, the blind optimism, that “this is the one.” 

Truthfully, every crush or boyfriend I’ve had since middle school was believed to be “the one” in my head. Whether it’s because we laugh at the same jokes, liked the same music, or both have an uncanny fascination with DIY videos, I’ve always somehow managed to convince myself that this one was different. 

I’ve had my heart broken in ways I never thought were mendable. I’ve died so many deaths and swam oceans for people who refused to skip puddles for me. Through my first publication, I’ve understood the values of love and loss and how to overcome from the depths of rejection.  

But maybe this one was different.  

Either way, I know we had served our purpose for each other. People are placed in our lives, whether it for a lifetime or for a season, and we must accept this as fact. They show us a side of ourselves we’ve dismissed. They bring us to the well and tell us to drink. They walk us through a new stage and once we get there…we must part ways. 

I’ve learned not to question this journey. I’ve learned to enjoy it and take it as is. Sometimes the heartbreak itself is the purpose. Sometimes the timing is the purpose. Sometimes not knowing is the purpose.  

May your souls find peace through the bridge of my words. 

May your bleeding hearts find a voice of sanctity.

May you carry on.