Each and every change reveals something new about yourself that you didn’t pay attention to before.
It is a sad state of affairs that, in many cases, it is simply due to the societal norms that encourage men to view women differently.
I’m definitely determined.
I’m a hopeless romantic. I fell the hardest yet for a girl that I never had a romantic relationship with. Do you always think you’re one grand gesture away from winning over someone that just wants to be friends with you?
Every part of your life is exciting at whatever stage you happen to be in. Age doesn’t matter, relationship status doesn’t matter.
After all, he gave up so much to be with her. I want to believe it won’t be, that the years we shared are untouchable.
Ask me how I got there and I’ll happily whisk you away in a tale of cobbled streets and antique lamp posts, men with thick eyebrows and women with slender ankles, children with rosy cheeks, weathered bicycles, shiny cars and low flying birds, and of architecture for miles.
I cannot help but think about how I pretend to be this strong person yet I unconsciously still try to aspire to other people’s expectations of me.
Every story – even love stories that have been over for years, or decades – can be rebooted in an instant. It’s not until the real end, death without quotation marks, that “closure” in the truest sense of the word can be achieved, and then, only for those who are no longer around to benefit from it.
I may never be comfortable in my own skin, but at least for today, I’ll try.