Right now, my heart hurts almost more than I can bear. I’m no longer mad at my boyfriend even though he broke up with me. We talked, and he apologized for the rude way he did it. We still aren’t going to get back together though.
Now I have no anger to hide behind. I don’t even have defiance. It’s all just cold, gut-wrenching sadness. I lost the person I loved and who loved me for almost six years now. I would give anything just to have him care about me again.
In the midst of crying the tears I should have cried a week ago, I remembered something. I remembered Doctor Who. The Doctor revels in emotions. He encourages them because they’re what make humans human. He felt anger and rage at injustice, and yet never lifted a gun to simply kill off his problems. He let himself feel, because it is right and good to have emotions, even ones that shatter you to the very center of your bones and make your soul quake.
Thank you, Doctor.
