Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of waking up in the city that never sleeps.
And for a semester in college, New York City became my “home away from home” after landing a killer internship with Phillip Lim in their Wholesale Department. It was everything I expected and more. However, what I didn’t expect during my time in the city was for my grandmother to set me up with a guy.
Lets be honest, 23-year-old girls don’t want their grandmother setting them up. This guy was the grandson of one of her dearest friends, so I decided to let her work her magic just to make her happy. The more she shared about him and his family, the more interested I became in wanting to meet this guy.
On December 30th, we met and instantly clicked. I thought to myself, “Oh my gosh, I really think he might be the one.” A few days later, I flew back home to finish up my last semester at the University of Alabama. I happened to glance at my phone and saw his name pop-up on my screen:
“I have to see you again. When can I see you again?”
After spending a weekend with him in Philadelphia, we decided to start dating long distance… too soon?
Everything seemed so perfect. I genuinely felt happy, because my second semester of college was going well and I had this amazing guy going through this crazy thing we call “life” with me.
And just five months after earning my fashion degree from the University of Alabama, New York City welcomed me back once again. This time, my boyfriend was moving to NYC as well. Hello! No more long distance! Finally!
I finally felt like things were falling into place:
- the perfect job
- the perfect roommates
- the perfect boyfriend
But when I saw my boyfriend for the first time after moving, things felt a little “off” between us. However, I let it go.
A couple of days later, he broke up with me.
Absolutely devastated and taken back, I just couldn’t believe it. This guy whom I fell in love with, whom I thought was “the one” didn’t want to be in a relationship with me anymore.
So, to all you who have had your heart broken, you are not alone. Here are three simple steps I’ve taken to endure my breakup:
- Surround yourself with positive people.
- Surround yourself with people who love you.
- Put all your energy into making yourself better physically, mentally and spiritually.
Sometimes when we’re in relationships we have a tendency to lose ourselves in them. So now that I’m single, I have reconnected with old friends and made new ones. I have also put my energy and time that I would have put in that relationship, to bettering myself. I go to the gym everyday and let me tell you, that place is my sanctuary. Sweating out all of my anger and frustration on that Treadmill or StairMaster is great, because I also get in shape at the same time.
So to all my single ladies out there and even to those ladies who have just recently had your heart-broken, remember you are not alone. Look to God, He loves you and so do I.