Why is it so hard for a woman to let go of a man that has clearly already let go of her? Is it that we have unfailing hope that “one day” it will work out? Or are we driven by a fear of being alone?
We as women dream of that day when we’ll be able to give ourselves to that man who accepts us wholeheartedly and in return, gives us that fairy-tale love we’ve always hoped for. But what happens when the fairy-tale turns into a nightmare and the handsome prince on the white horse decides that there’s another damsel he wants to “rescue”?
I’ve often wondered which is worse, the deafening silence of loneliness or the gut wrenching pain of having your heart broken over and over again.
How do you know when it’s time to let go?