Reality Bites

Washington DC

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It’s never too late. Even if we have to wait till heaven for our souls to collide again, it’s a risk I’m willing to take. I loved you more than the moon, the sun and the stars. When we would talk, it was our “uni-verse” and we were completely in sync. You chose another, and I think I’m ok with that now. I must learn to be alone and alive. It’s felt like hell without you. But I still have loved ones (I.e., family and my small group of friends). I must learn ti appreciate what I have, nurture those relationships and learn to love myself before I can take on a romantic relationship. I can’t be with anyone physically because I don’t feel comfortable in my own skin. If I write about me, it’s the only thing I’m sure of. I won’t say bad stuff about you. Yesterday was the first time in a long time I felt that ping. But I’m so used to being rejected I didn’t even try. Not going to try for a boyfriend or husband anymore. I’m worn out. I’ve cried oceans. I just don’t think I have any tears left. Be well. Be safe. Be happy. Be kind. Be compassionate. Be loved. I don’t believe in reincarnating. So it’s either heaven or hell or rot in the ground as bug food. This life is certainly purgatory. For what greater purpose I do not know. I just know that every person to come into my life and gone has been missed more than they could ever know. I take my heart seriously. There’s nothing fake about it. It just is.