The Day I Realized We Weren’t Us Anymore
It was too beautiful that morning. Too peaceful. Too eerily quiet and reflective.
Entrepreneur traveling the world and writing about her escapades.
It was too beautiful that morning. Too peaceful. Too eerily quiet and reflective.
I am everything a friend shouldn’t be.
Please don’t call me for a while. I need space.
When you gaze into her eyes, you’ll know. You won’t question, you won’t push, you won’t be frustrated. It will be so easy, transparent—everything we were not.
When you rush love, when you rush the time it takes to recover from previous heartbreaks and failures, you’re disservicing your ability to heal.
What is a life without feeling too much, caring too much, hoping too much? Is that even a life at all?
I wait for the nights when I’m drinking with friends and the memories flood into each sip and I go home early to write.
While I hate starting over, this feels like a new beginning. A new me.