getting over him is like butter

Back in my home, New Zealand, they have the best butter I've ever tasted. I'm not talking about the fake plastic stuff, I mean the solid 500g butter block. I'll actually eat butter straight as if it were cheese, it's soo good. Anyway, my real point stems from me lying in bed 2 nights ago, reflecting how far I've come in the past 2 months. I mean, it's not like I've done a huge amount of impressive things, but in a mental state. AKA, getting over him.

I still cringe over writing about it, because I fear become the girl whose breakup defines her personality for the next year, I really hope not. But I was thinking about butter, and how no matter how much you slice it, there's always a piece left. Yes, that sounds counter intuitive, but in our household there was always that tiny piece of butter in the packet that was always left. Now I feel like I'm slowly slicing away at this butter in my life, and so many big parts that were affecting me aren't there anymore, but there's always that last piece of butter lmao. Ok it out sounds so dumb but hear me out guys!!

Personal opinion: I think breakups are good. Maybe not good, but necessary. And necessary hard experiences can shape you into a better person or a worse person. I think how we react to hard experiences/challenges define a little bit more of who we are. That topic is a little broader, but I really want to write on it soon about how we can never achieve happiness as a constant state. Really interesting stuff.

One day, there'll be no butter left. Because slowly that last piece melts away without you even really realizing it.