love note for my broken heart

Dear me,


I love how you strong you are in standing in your integrity.
I understand that this pain is overwhelming right now.
And even if it is too early to hear:
As long as the sun sets in the evening and rises in the morning,

and the waves come and go:

This too will pass.


All parts of your being want to go back to him.

Taking back the words that you wrote about drawing a line

on a relationship that leaves you more drained than happy.

It takes courage to not move away from the truth of your heart,

even though the physical hormonal attraction is so strong

that you could easily lose track of your intuition,

that little loving whisper inside,

that will always guide you out of the shadows.


I love how you are so gentle with yourself.

Holding yourself when the body curls in sadness

and tears won’t stop flowing.

Observing and allowing emotions to wash through you.

Not resisting and creating blockages through fear & guilt

as they also are acknowledged to exist,

and be felt their way out of your system.


I love how you hold space for your tender state.

Drinking tea instead of alcohol.

Journaling instead of partying.

Cooking your favourite meal instead of eating chocolate.

Praying for guidance instead of Tinder.


Nothing wrong with one or the other,

but after so many heartbreaks and experiences with pain,

you know what is really nourishing your being

and what is merely a temporarily relief,

a distraction from feeling,

a hardening of the heart.


You understand more and more the grace of suffering

as it cuts so deep,

so you won’t forget

what love is and what it is not.

Bringing to the surface

who you are, what you like, what you need.

And everything that doesn’t resonate with your soul.


An open heart is an invitation to remain in love,

to not separate no matter how uncomfortable the feelings are,

to honour yourself and the other

no matter what happened between you.

To remember this eternal dance of life.


A powerful energy exchange,

between two people

that now comes to an end.


The curtain falls,
lights out.

And you remain in gratitude

for this play of love

with its many lessons.


I love you.

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