Dear
Readers,
If you
have been following me for a while, you would have noticed that I don’t write
my entries letter-style. However, I wanted this to be a little more personal than
the rest.
Last
night I came to a conclusion –I come to conclusions all the time, especially
when there is alcohol or coffee around. And this is what I wanted to share with
you:
We are
human beings. We fall in love with people we shouldn’t, ignoring all the signs
that suggest the opposite (aka running away), we get hurt, we suffer. Yet I’d
like to say that things will get better. Because we eventually find someone
that loves us back and treats us right. Makes us happy, makes us smile.
If
your first thought was “oh, she found love (in a hopeless place) and now she’s all
loved up and trying to prove that love exists and we’re going to find it
somehow/somewhere, as well”, this is not the case. I’m not writing because I myself
found the love I needed to mend my broken heart (time is always the best cure, if you
ask me), but because I saw someone I “mistreated” finding love and being happy
again.
This might
not seem like good news to many of you –an older version of me would have been
overcome with bitterness, but I took it as a positive sign. A sign that life
goes on and that I might as well become an emotionally mature person (said the
girl that when listens to the word King, the first word that pops in her mind is
Julian.)
Cheers
to the freakin’ weekend!
Love,
F.
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