Because it does get easier, each day, little by little.
One day, you wake up and not think about him. You call your best friend when something funny happens, you meet old co-workers for dinner, you fall asleep soundly, alone in your bed. Before long, you realize it's been a couple of weeks since he's crossed your mind. And you won't even mind.
Then, when you least expect it, you meet someone. They also say "it'll happen when you're not looking," and annoyingly, that cliché is pretty true as well. You'll meet him and connect almost instantly. It'll remind you what that "this might be meant to be" ease feels like. It might be inconvenient though. Rather than having prepared to fall again, you may have registered for grad school, applied for a visa, and had plans to relocate.
You have to go, too. You have to follow through with your unfiltered aspirations. You and him might fizzle but the hope won't. You'll finally know, with confidence, that there is more than one person for you, and more importantly, that you have to ability to really connect with someone else. With that faith, you'll keep on living. You'll date again, but for the first time, you'll be genuinely optimistic. You'll feel like you might be ready to have another relationship again. You'll have the experience of having dated already, too, so you'll be open to serendipitous encounters and laugh at the incompatible mishaps.
Before long, it'll happen, again. You'll find the potential in another someone. Drinks will turn into dinners, dinners into brunches. Weeks will pass. You'll realize that you haven't so thoroughly feel this way in years. You haven't wanted to be this vulnerable. You'll be happy, and scared, and happy.
It's okay to feel this confusing combination of feelings, too. You're all too familiar with the risks you're taking. You've been hurt before. Then again, you've also healed before. You will be able to take this chance; especially when it feels so very worth it.
And it will be. Falling in love always is.
