I’m Done Being Heartbroken About You
Getting your heart broken hurts, but I can vouch for the fact that nothing hurts more than knowing how little someone who you would be willing to give the world for cares about you.
Getting your heart broken hurts, but I can vouch for the fact that nothing hurts more than knowing how little someone who you would be willing to give the world for cares about you.
“I love the private you. I love the public you. And I love the you that no one gets to see but me.” – Kate Middleton
But what if I didn’t go home to my husband? What if, after he finally told me that he loved me after 6 years, I followed him back to the lonely farm where he lived on a country road?
My sister and I don’t have the greatest relationship, but this is low even for her.
I didn’t kiss a girl till I was 17. I didn’t get a girlfriend until 23. I was that guy.
I was listening to some mellow music while reading the last chapter of The Secret – Hero when I suddenly thought…
People see a bikini pic of me and think that the reason I did it was to “show off” and get a bunch of likes, but they aren’t there sweating it out with me at 6 AM on a Saturday, or making the choice to eat the lemon chicken instead of the double cheeseburger (and yes, I love cheeseburgers).
He asked me to follow him and move to Alberta. I wasn’t thrilled about it. I didn’t want to be an army girlfriend, but mostly I didn’t want my life to be dictated by the military.
My roommate and I are falling in love. At least I think. And kind of hope.
I needed someone to restore my faith in the opposite sex, someone to not let me down, someone who would not break my trust.