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Once upon a time a girl got her heart broken. She couldn’t hold in all the heartbreak so she spilled it all out as words. She shared it shamelessly with friends and strangers. She reminded other people they weren’t alone by making herself vulnerable to the world.
One hundred selfies, five angry phone calls, and one new scheduled appointment later, she was ready to go on her date. That’s right – what should’ve been a perfect hairdo turned into wearing a beanie in 75 degrees to a Heat game because she didn’t want to be “that girl” and cancel over a bad hair day.
Regret is a funny thing. It sticks to us like honey, even after we’ve washed our hands of it. It stays on us like the scent that forever stains your collar. It always comes back like the pesky fly that won’t disappear. But is regret really that relentless?
So this goes to you. This goes to everyone who has ever stopped by, even to just look at pictures. This goes to every stranger that has found my digital world and stuck around. This is for the hopeless romantics that have found a haven in my words. This is my time to say something important:
I started to accept my role as “cat lady” lately. Although the majority of people seem to dislike cats (I cannot imagine for the life of my why) I happily fall into the minority. I wasn’t a cat person to start. In fact, I never even liked cats until…
It was in that finite moment that I recognized liberation. I felt alive in skin that was shedding a layer of remorse as each drop slid off of my arms. I knew I wasn’t over you. No, that wasn’t what this was. I was over the person who was in love with you.
So to all the people looking for something more, the people afraid to change, the people anxious about letting go… It’s never to late to create the life you deserve. Go after it with every fiber of your being. Mold your own destiny into what is rightfully yours.
Halfway through heartbreak, you still recognize street corners and grocery store aisles. But you don’t avoid them like you use to. Halfway through heartbreak, you still feel a pang in your heart when you think you see them somewhere. But you no longer look for them in a crowd.
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