You Can Miss Someone and Not Want Them Back

“I miss him.”

“Why? He broke your heart? You know he’s no good for you!”

Sounds familiar?

Well, I’m here to tell you that it’s perfectly okay to miss someone and not want them back! If you need it, then I hereby give you the total freedom to miss that someone. Just try to not get completely lost in it, and make decisions that you know aren’t good for you out from that feeling. Because the missing someone, we can’t really control, no matter how much we’d like to. But we are in control of our actions based on the feelings we feel.

And even though a relationship ended for all the right reasons, or all the wrong reasons, there is a good chance that you can still look back on that relationship and see some of the parts that was good about it. You’re allowed to miss that. Often it isn’t really about missing that someone anyways, it’s usually about missing what that someone made you feel.

How you smiled more, how your heart skipped a beat, how you impatiently looked forward to the next time you would see each other again, and how your body reacted to that other person’s touch, sounds and/or smells. It is only human that when someone or something that took up so much space in your everyday life, suddenly just doesn’t, that it takes some adjustment.

I believe that we find ourselves again after every breakup, and that someone we find is naturally different from the one we used to be.

Because who are we are tend to change when you and I turns into we, and as a couple we tend do evolve together as well as on our own. And when that evolved entity breaks apart, we are left with a part that feels unfinished. We feel broken, and after the grieving and the worst of the pain we start the search, not for the one, but for the one we want to be. And that someone isn’t always the one we used to be. Sometimes it’s someone entirely different. Sometimes it’s finding a whole new you.

Well, I guess everyone’s path to walk and way to process is different, but this is how I usually experience going through a breakup.

And even though I am very grateful and happy or all the experiences that I’ve had, and how much I’ve learned from them, I still find myself missing the good parts of relationships that obviously wasn’t meant to be.

I used to beat myself up about it, but I try not to do that anymore. Instead, I let the emotions go through me, then I remind myself of the thing that I don’t miss, and afterwards I make a mental list of what I can take away from the experiences. What have I learned about the things I want (and don’t want) in my life and in my relationships.

Life is a constant education, and we have to try our very best to make the most of it. Because life is short and love is precious. People can be cruel, but they can be pretty awe droppingly amazing too.

So, don’t beat yourself up for missing someone you don’t want back. Acknowledge the fact that after everything you’ve gone through, you’re still able to see the good things in all the hurt. You love yourself enough to miss the warm feeling of your own happiness.

Give yourself a big hug (or imagine that I’m giving you one) and then get out there and make some new memories.

You deserve that happiness❤️

How Easy We Take it for Granted

Let me tell you a little story…

Today while I was sitting at a cafe in Copenhagen, I sat next to a woman and her father. The woman was crying, obviously frustrated and distraught. Her dad stroked her shoulder, and then he stood up to go and use the restroom. She then picked up her phone and called someone. I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation, or at least one side of it.

Her voice was so sad, and she told her love on the other side of the line the long process they would now have to go through because of complications, before they can potentially start a life together in Denmark.

With tears running down her face, she explained how they wouldn’t be able to see each other for the next three months, just to make sure that everything was being done according to the rules.

They agreed on that being the best thing to do while another tear rolled down her cheek, and they finished their phone call with;

‘I love you.’

Three months away from the person you love, that’s a long time. I wanted to hug her, to let her know that everything would be fine, and that love always finds a way. But who would I be to say such a thing? I’m not even sure I believe that love conquers all anymore. I have no idea if they will be fine.

But it did hit me that getting to see and hear this kind of fighting for love is the complete opposite from what I usually see. It is the counterpart to my experiences of having something great and then just give it up. This is choosing to stay, choosing to not give up, to fight for the right to be able to be together.

How easy we take that for granted! Most people meet, fall in love, and then choose if they want to take it further or not, with no other complication than their own thoughts and worries. But out there, some people have to fight to be together. They have to go through months (or even years) of struggle and time apart, before someone else makes the decision for them, or they have to start all over with another new process.

This is why I stopped dating. Why I deleted all the apps. Because so far it has not lead me even close to something so real that both parties are willing to truly try, and to fight for it. And no, I’m not saying that everyone else is the problem, because I’ve found myself in the situation where the other party wants to jump, but I wasn’t ready to take the leap because it didn’t feel right.

Now, if I find love, I hope that I won’t have to go through all the trouble that the woman crying beside me in the cafe has to go through, but to find a love that is so strong that we would both be willing to fight that hard to be together. That it wouldn’t even be a question of if we should, but only a question of what has to be done, and how do we do it?

Let’s try to not forget how hard some people struggle and work out there, just for the right to be in the same country as the person they love. Let’s not take the love around us so easily for granted❤️

So that’s it. A little story time, and a bit of a pep talk. Wish you all a wonderful day filled with love and wonders!

Love is Still the Answer

If it’s one thing that will never cease to amaze me, it’s how much hurt people can experience and still be able to dare to love afterward.

We all go through so much with our hearts in our hands, outstretched and vulnerable. Sometimes we experience that heart to meet another one, and they wrap themselves in each other. It can last for a few minutes, weeks, months, or maybe even years.

Other times, that vulnerable heart takes a leap of faith out of your hands, headed straight for the ground with no one to break the fall, just you to pick up the pieces.

Our hearts they bleed, and they scar. They wrap themselves in layers of protection, but somehow they always find a way to strip the layers, sooner or later. Sometimes they need a little help to get those layers off, other times, it’s just self-love that removes those layers, one by one.

Isn’t it amazing how most of us choose to go back to love over and over again, no matter how badly it hurt the last time around? One can sometimes wonder if that makes us the most stupid species of all, or the most wonderful. I choose to see us as wonderful.

For if we don’t choose love to guide us, what does that make us? If the experiences and pain of our past would make us unable to love another, how wasted wouldn’t our lives be?

But the way that we trust and love, it changes. The way we love when we are young and naive is not the same way as we love when we are older and more experienced. I’m not sure that this is a change for the better. I guess it depends on the situation.

I sometimes long for the naive kind of love that I could experience as an early teen before I knew what real heartbreak felt like. Before I learned to fear a possible outcome before I even allow myself to fall. But there’s also a beauty in all the pain one has gone through. The way I’ve learned to pick myself up again, to set boundaries, to love myself enough to say no and to see the love of friends and family to be the purest love of all.

I don’t think I would like to love naively in the world of modern dating. I’m pretty sure that would set me up for disaster. But I do hope that no matter how far away from love I feel like I’m drifting, I will always find my way back to it. That I will always allow myself to trust love again, no matter how much it scares me. And that I won’t be blinded by the layers of past events, so much so that I won’t be able to see new and real love if it crosses my path.

We, humans, are extraordinary in the way that we love when it’s done without games or hidden agendas. When it’s real, pure, and raw. When it’s done from a place of not being able to choose anything other. When we love enough to want the other person happy, no matter if that takes them away from us. When it’s kind and giving. When it’s just love❤️

Love is Still the Answer❤️

This post was inspired by one of my favorite songs from Jason Mraz’s latest album. It’s a song that has brought tears, smiles and moments of me singing out loud and dancing around, hugging myself in my living room❤️

The Blind Leading the Blind

To be the mom of a soon-to-be teenager is a bit scary. I remember very well how difficult a time that can be. The hormones, the changes, the challenges. Just being comfortable in your own body that seems like a strangers vessel is challenging enough on its own.

And then you have the introduction to love, in some way or another. It could be a crush on someone, a relationship, or a friendship that evolves into something new and unfamiliar.

I find myself in the position now where I will be giving advice and hopefully help guide my son through some of the challenging bits of growing into an adult male.

The part I find the hardest, is giving advice on love. I would love to be able to tell my son that it gets easier as you get older, but the truth is that it doesn’t.

You learn as you go, and you find ways to cope with the darker sides of love, but it never really gets any easier. To be brokenhearted can be just as devastating when you’re 78, 45, 31 or 11 because the feelings you have at that moment is so raw and unfiltered. They flood you and take you by surprise no matter how much you ever might’ve thought that you were prepared for it.

As his mom, I will try my very best to be there whenever I can. To help him get through the rocky parts. Help him to see through the darkness that might come. I hope I get to be there for plenty of bright and good parts as well.

No matter how blind I may feel, and how difficult love is even at the age I am at now, at least I have a lot of experience. I’ve experienced the pain and the confusion, but also the joy and the magic.

I guess it’s unrealistic to expect of ourselves as parents to be able to give solutions to the problems that are far too complex to ever have a definitive right or wrong solution to it. Love is messy and weird, and in the end, the best thing for us all is probably to just work on communicating more. We need to talk about the things we experience and help each other.

We might all be blind leading the blind when it comes to love, so how about we stop leading, we sit down and we start talking and listening instead.

My dear son, I can’t promise you that I’ll always be able to fix your problems, but as long as I’m here you can always come to me, and I will listen. I will share what I know and what I’ve experienced, and then it’s up to you to choose what you want to do with that information, move onward, and then get your own experiences❤️

It’s a tricky ride, but it’s also a wonderful one. It is one that we all fear and love all at the same time. Blindly we are all in this together ❤️

Backtracking to Make New Memories

There are places, sounds, smells, and sensations that are linked to not only specific timeframes and memories but also to people and feelings. Places in particular that I avoided for a long time because they were just too painful to revisit. And when I first started to go back, I saw the past everywhere.

I saw his face, the way he looked at me, and I could almost feel the way he’d touched me. I could taste the food we’d shared, smell the snow even though it was gone, hear the music and his voice. It hit me like a giant wave of the past. I felt everything all over again, and for a while, it was almost too much for me. I felt like I was invading on spaces that no longer belonged to me.

But as time went by and wounds healed, things changed. The waves turned into splashes, then heavy drops, and finally no more than a drizzle. And by then I saw so much more than I had before. I was revisiting the now of the places, and not the past. I was experiencing the moments that I was in, not all that once was.

Little by little, the places that felt like belonged to something once lost, started to feel like my own. In my backtracking, I found new spots, new faces, new smells, and new sounds. I made new memories that made me smile in places that used to bring nothing but tears.

It’s like repainting a canvas. Making new patterns out of those who are already there. And as I backtrack and make new stories in old places, I’m learning to love them in a totally new and different way.

Sometimes, journeys go backward a little before they can move on, but that does not make it any less of a journey❤️

Upside Down ● POEM

When the eyes that saw you

 Looks away

The touch that tingled

No longer reaches

You might find yourself 

Feeling lost 

In places known 

Because the lips that kissed

Formed the words 

That broke you 

And the whole world 

Turned upside down

©Christina de Vries

Silver Lining • POEM

All of the looks

The words and kisses

Before I even knew

I’d fallen into the trap

Lost in a present

That looked like the past

All of the questions

The answers I feared

And did not want

They were the truth

The pain I needed

To finally move on


©️Christina de Vries

Still Waiting ● POEM

Heart in hand

She is still waiting

For the day his name

Will feel misplaced 

On her lips

When other kisses

Will not be compared

To his

When the city presents

New beginnings

Not just reminders

Of the lost

For the time to come

When she can finally

Move on

©Christina de Vries

 

The Veil ● POEM

Surrounded by ruins of past love

Her walls built then shattered

Over and over again

Now they were too heavy to lift

The pieces no longer fit together

They were broken

She was bruised

So instead of trying to build

A wall filled with cracks

She wrapped herself in layers

Of protective veil 

Spun out of memories and reminders

Through them she could still see

Her fingers still touch

Her lips still taste

And slowly over time

The bruises healed

Veils melted into skin

And she spun herself a new one

With room to spare

For future love 

For them to share

©Christina de Vries

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