Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Here is what I want to tell you all. One day you might be 28 years old and watching all your friends have babies and husbands and you will really regret not taking that trip, buying those really soft sheets and calling that friend. You will hate yourself for the years you got up in the morning and got dressed for him, so that he might noticed you and might stare in your direction, all the time you spent lying on the floor putting your heart back together and trying to fix him so that he would want to come back to fix you. All the conversations you started with the reasons he was so great instead of the reasons you were.

Sometimes the "he" in our life seems so important instead of the "ME".

and it's not that easy...but nothing ever is...