the way I like to think about it is that the problems don’t always get smaller. You, the jar that holds them, get bigger. So they take up less space. They’re less in the way. More open air for them to rattle around in.
That feeling when you can’t be friends. Can’t be together. Can’t move on. Can’t let go. Just existing in the space between love and goodbye. Too much love to be strangers. Too much pain to be anything else.
the way I like to think about it is that the problems don’t always get smaller. You, the jar that holds them, get bigger. So they take up less space. They’re less in the way. More open air for them to rattle around in.
@halsey you’re right. thank you so much for the perspective i really really needed it and as always you got me out of my anxious mind. thank you, thank you, thank you. 🩷🩷🩷✨✨✨