Call It What You Want

by Alissa DeRogatis

Life got so much better when I stopped looking for love in every guy I met.

I was willing to settle for whatever he would give me, because a fraction of him was better than nothing at all.

No one talks about the morning after a breakup enough. Swollen eyes. Waking up—if you were lucky enough to sleep—wondering if it was just a nightmare.

That night I realized that losing someone doesn’t necessarily mean losing. Every time someone walks out of your life, someone new eventually walks into it. Losing someone means you’ll

The days are easy, but the nights are hard; that’s when I miss you the most.

You can’t beg someone to love you, as much as I wish you can, you can’t. You shouldn’t have to convince someone that you’re good enough or you’re worth it. That’s something I’m still learning.

First loves are funny like that. They’re the ones that introduce you to everything and teach you how to love, in the same way that they teach you how to hurt and how to heal.