even the heart aches
even the last wither of the leaves
we have to
i must do
to overcome every little corners of emptiness and pain
even if it means looking up at the ceiling and letting it stare at me.
smile, me.
repost something very apt:
MONDAY, JULY 12, 2010
bikinis, tankinis, martinis. [post]
“But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe.. it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls , broken hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.”
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