Rebound

Listen, a rebound isn’t the answer. The solution to a broken heart isn’t finding something else to seal the wound, but falling back in love with your solitary self. It is relearning how to enjoy the company of your thoughts, and trust in your capability to navigate a life on your own.
—  Beau Taplin  •  T h e  R e b o u n d
I’m the kind of person that people like you date after their first love breaks their heart because they need to remember what it feels like to be alive.
—  Things I realized when I stopped lying to myself, part III
Just when I think I’ve learned from my mistakes, I find myself staring up at the ceiling of a strange room. With a stranger curled behind me, his arm resting on me. Trapping me to him.
—  Excerpt from the book I’ll never write // I’ll never learn
If you jump into a relationship right after your breakup, it’ll mean one of four things:
• You’re doing it as a desperate attempt to make your ex jealous.
• You’re doing it as an attempt to escape from your loneliness.
• You’re doing it to make your ex think that you’re coping well.
• You’re doing it as a premature attempt to move on.
Truth is, you only make matters worse by entering into a rebound relationship.
—  symbianize
There are nights when I dream of what you and I could have been while waking up to somebody else so I stare at the ceiling wondering if this is really the life I want.
—  Things I realized when I couldn’t sleep, part XIV
I am the girl after your greatest heartbreak, your great love. I am the girl you try to pretend to be good enough; the girl that will never really be enough. I am the girl who picks up the pieces I have no power to break. I am the girl that pretends to be naïve. I am the placeholder, the clean-up crew, the girl after the storm. I know I’m the one after the catastrophe, because I am not capable of being a beautiful disaster. I know my place in your life, you don’t have to deny it just because you don’t want to hurt me, it’s a little too late for that.
I am not her. I don’t want to be the one waiting for the storm to end. I don’t want to be the placeholder anymore, I want to be the one. I’m tired of being a hand to hold when yours searches for hers. I am done being someone to fill the void she left every time you miss her, especially when it happens constantly. I deserve more than this. I deserve to be loved the way you love her. So this is my goodbye. And even though it’s a letter addressed to you, it’s also a letter for me, because even though I’m the one leaving, I know I’ll be the one hurting. So when you read this letter, if you ever do, I hope you feel a little heartbreak. I hope you’d give me some sign that at least I still meant something to you, even if it isn’t much. I know I’m not the perfect storm, but I’m just hoping that somehow, I was still a calm drizzle.
—  a. gale, An unsent letter from the girl after the storm to her hurricane
Rebound - Snowbound Part 004

These parts WILL be getting shorter at some point (some of them won’t even be proper “parts”), but for now…. 

Thanks so much to those who are enjoying him. He’s one of my treasures (I’m not even sorry about how lame that sounds), so it’s good to know he’s enjoyed by so many. x. 

Part 001

Part 002

Part 002.5 

Part 003

“Mummy, can we go to the park today?”

You shake your head. “I’m not sure yet, bug,” you try to answer as casually as you can while checking your phone. The cup of tea you’d brewed for yourself has all but gone cold in your attempts to nurse it in order to beat back the advances of the eager, energetic child hopping around your tiny kitchen. It’s already 11:00 am, though, and you don’t know how much longer you can drag your feet.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why aren’t you sure?”

“Because I’m not.”

“But why?”

You look to your phone again, waiting and waiting for a message that has yet to come.

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