For when

Right now, you're reading this because you and Mr. P are no more.

I don't know what the reasons will be, and the fact that I'm not trying to look to my future/your past will remind you that I have some legitimacy.

Mr. P is a great guy. He's a great guy you are not with anymore. And it's okay to still love him, it is okay to be jealous and envious.

Then, it is okay to stop.

You are not the desire for him or the fear of what will be left once you lose him.
You are more than the sum of your parts.
You have been a sobbing mess on the floor, screaming your lungs out over a man. And you are not that person anymore, the one who is writing this.

It will hurt. Life hurts, there is no way to avoid it. Embrace your pain, write about it, hate him for a while, hate yourself for a while, then find peace with it.

There is no void without him.

Everything we love causes us pain. That pain is a valuable, irreplaceable thing. You can't order it from Amazon. You can't rent it from Redbox. You can't build it with 17 kitchen contraptions from Crate and Barrel. You'll never get this chance to feel pain like this again.

That's right. Once you feel it and it's gone, you'll never get it back. The pain is just a reminder that you were attached to something that was not you. You are all that matters.

You may find yourself wishing you'd never met him. Don't.
You may find yourself wishing you were dead. Don't.
You may find yourself wanting to get back together with him. Don't.
You may want to drink. A lot. Don't.
You may question everywhere you've been and all the decisions you've made. Don't.

Find yourself. You are not the voice in your head asking if you did the right thing, said the right thing, acted the right way. You are not that voice. Ask it for quiet. Quiet is a reasonable thing to give anyone who is upset, so if it doesn't give it to you, tell it the shut the fuck up.

Cut your hair.
Get a dog.
Learn another language.
Go on a date.
Buy new lipstick.

These things will make you feel alive. You are still alive.