In the last year, I changed that. I decided to love myself. I came back swinging. And so many beautiful, brilliant things in my life occurred quickly after.
But behind the smoke and mirrors, some emotional baggage still looms.
“At every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss.”
There is something so refreshing, enchanting even, to see the a woman not have to dumb herself down or plump herself up to bag a guy.
We are babies – infants really – when it comes to having to feel rushed to settle down. We are so young. And in 3 years, we will still be so young.
“You are not your failures.”
You are not your failures or rejections. You are not the boy who couldn’t love you, the job you couldn’t get, the school who wait-listed you.
I’ve come to find when you don’t forgive; you rot.
If a soulmate is someone you can sit in silence with, knows you better than you know yourself, and brings out the truest “you” there is, well, then I have found my soulmate in my closet girlfriends.
It’s a slow, painful death of a relationship, and the worst way to go.