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.
So as much as it hurts me to say this… I know I’m going to have to be the bearer of terrible news. I’m going to have to breakup with you. I have to do it for my future, and for my sanity. Netflix, you may be good – but you’re not good enough for me.
Now I realized that I’ll never regret following my heart. Now I see just how important it was to fall. I got up, and it really doesn’t matter that it took me this long or made me change my dreams of NYC, because it got me to here. It wasn’t somewhere I needed to go; it was always inside of me.
Still I always wonder and the thought forever lingers – what if?What if I chose me? What if I chose the lights, the dreams, and the 25cent ramen I may be forced to eat? Where would I be now? Who would I be now?
Oh well. Destiny brought you to that dimly lit bar and I’m sure I’ll see you through the smoky air again. We’re, like, totally meant to be. I have a cat, and you drive a jaguar… It’s obviously written in the stars.
This weekend we had nothing to worry about except whether the pizza would be there upon arrival, or whether we’d get enough unlimited mimosas. We were carefree and just satisfied with each other’s company.
I hope I get a little scared this year. I hope I learn how to really deal with delayed flights. I hope I lose myself a little (but manage to not lose my baggage). I hope I fall in love – with myself and with the world.
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?
Imagine: It’s a Sunday morning; you crawl out from under the covers and curse at yourself for not lowering the blinds before you fell asleep.
“Never apologize for being sensitive or emotional. Let this be a sign that you’ve got a big heart and aren’t afraid to let others see it. Showing your emotions is a sign of strength.” -Brigitte Nicole