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Less than a week ago, I had lunch with my ex and his new wife. The one I cried over for months and months, the one I imagined I could tear down walls for, the one I thought understood me … Continue reading
“You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need any … Continue reading
I haven’t had it before. None of this. None of him. I know why he came into my life– despite my initial reservations, and common classifications and rivers of fear. For the first time ever, I have someone who is purely, unashamedly good to me. … Continue reading
I like him, on paper, his profile, everything people said about him. Especially because he has that face that will grow old so handsome. But of course we were missing something. We began to lack something. I think what it … Continue reading
Loneliness is a fucking bitch. Miss Mess xoxo
You are a stupid person. Instead of embracing my honesty and vulnerability as more meaningful than your feeble attempts to be “friends”, you make comments making me feel like I am forever complicating things. As if my feelings have to correlate … Continue reading
Wish I felt that. For you to be happy, for me to be happy. All I wanted was to be happy. Like an animated kid jumping to catch her red helium balloon rising in the wind, I chased it through those … Continue reading