story of my life…

So,  I’m at home watching a movie and a little monologue stuck out to me..kind of the story of what my life was like 1 year ago.  I’m usually not this sappy, so perhaps it’s just the margarita and wine I’ve had this evening…

“…….turns out he wasn’t in love with me like I thought.  What I’m trying to say is I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible, and how it could actually ache in places that you didn’t know you had inside you.  And it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends; you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood and how in the hell for that breif moment you could think you were that happy.  And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and show up at your door.  And after all that, however long all that may be, you’ll go somewhere new and you’ll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again, and little peices of your soul will finally come back.  And all that fuzzy stuff; those years of your life that you wasted; that will eventually begin to fade.”

I can totally relate…I went somewhere new, I met people who made me feel worthwhile, and yes it does begin to fade.

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