Chin up, baby, it's all right now

Baby sister, you're gonna be just fine. I took Francoise in last night. She looked like a wreck when I picked her up at the MRT station near my apartment; I had to receive her by no other way than a hug. No more words needed to be said about the guy and the wound. We had a plan of drinking at a swanky bar, but when we arrived without reservation, the place was packed and the waitress was dumb, so we left for my place, with a six-pack of Smirnoff Ice in hand. Girl's night home and on the town turned out to be quiet and intimate, with the sound of Sondre Lerche around us. Baby sister, I know it's really hard to leave it all behind. I am still trying and learning too. That, was someone you loved so dearly (and quite possibly, still do) after all. But you cannot go back crawling. What he did was wrong and you should never be treated that way. You want to call him, just to feel him on the line; I did too. I still do, once in a while. His voice was so gentle on the other side of the line and the false sweetness gave me hope. But that was only false hope too. You want to beg. You begged for him to just stay a little while longer and he did, only to your great dismay, just for that moment. I would never stop you begging him, because you would see how humiliating that could be and how regretful you would be after you're done. I went thru that more than enough times to tell you this. Your boy, like my boy, did not know what he was made of and what he was for. They were lost, but you need to realize we're not their goddesses. They have their own problems and we can't be their savior. They need to work those things out on their own. It's not that we're supposed to be cold; these issues are things we cannot help the guys with, if they choose not to deal with them head-on. I learned a precious lesson that, in relationships, no one should be "rescuing" the other half. You can work out problems together as a force, but you are never able to single-handedly "save" this person you're looking at with all your love. You feel lost too, like all you had was ripped away from you. Don't you want to heal yourself first, before you go look after anyone else? (I'm trying hard to do that, too, as you could see.) Of course you can cry, you can shout, you can do whatever, if not hurting yourself. You're entitled to feeling low; you need the time to mourn and to figure out what you are again. It's all good. I still don't know what love is. I can make out signs and symptoms, but never the definition. At this point, maybe the definition is not important anymore. You just need to live it. He should never have done that to harm you, even though he regretted it enormously. You're just apart from him, but not apart from love. You're still adorable. We still love you as we always have. What you are and what you worth is not in his hand. Yourself is what you need the most. Chin up and never forget your own shape. It's all over now, baby blue.