Something I wrote months ago and found while cleaning my room

Tears don't solve anything.
They are, but my sadness surfacing.
My moments of weakness.
No I am not strong.
But at least I know I'm not a coward.
Call me weak if you must.
Because if being able to feel is a flow.
Than by all means...
Because I know I'm not perfect.
Never was & still not trying to be...

Yesteryear

I remembered my friend Jimmy saying to me more than a year ago that I was fortunate it happened only a few months into the relationship rather than years down the road when the hurt would only be much more. When he said that, I knew it was the truth but never really accepted it till this year. At the point, I was still very much hurt and was in denial really. Now I realise how true his words rang.

Yesterday I had a conversation with someone whose fiancee broke off the engagement a month before the wedding. I was shocked and needless to say, sympathised greatly at how he must feel right now. The heartbreak I felt could only be a silver to his. It has only been around 3 months for him so I'm sure it is still as fresh. I offered some words of encouragement and truly, I'm taking a page out of my own book. I believed the words I said to him that tomorrow will be a better day and overtinking just hurts you more.

I know he gets what I'm saying. Yet, at the same time I know that right now, words are merely words to comfort him. I hope he continues to have faith in God during those hard days because those days will come. Maybe more than he'd like but with time, the memories will fade. The experience will change him whether he likes it or not but it is a change that God has destined for him. Perhaps, meant to test his strength and build his faith. As a friend, I hope he goes forward a day at a time because overcoming each day is the real struggle. Each day you wake up to is another day you survived. A daily journey for everyone really.