An Open Letter To My Ex Co-Pilot
You were my soulmate. Not the kind of soulmate that makes you think romantic love is spellbinding – but the kind that disrupts the peace, making you question why every thought wants to be felt so much.
You were my soulmate. Not the kind of soulmate that makes you think romantic love is spellbinding – but the kind that disrupts the peace, making you question why every thought wants to be felt so much.
Let timing do its thing. Do not give up on yourself. Have faith. Have patience.
Make him feel special.
In other words, keeping a journal is a surefire means to figuring out your shit.