I still cannot believe last night happened. Ever have one of those mornings where you try your best to separate what is fact and what is dream? I never expected my night to begin as it did. (Most would refer to how the night ended…) This is only the beginning…
I think I’m still shaking this morning. There are so many more things I wanted to say to you… and yet, even for how hurt I’ve felt in the past, none of that involved bitching, yelling, and/or screaming. I actually MISSED hanging out and chatting… almost like old times.
Fuck. fuck. fuck.
I’m leaving it as just a dream. Did the Red Sox really win then? *smirk*
And I bid adieu: Don’t live a life of regret. There are many times where I have made bad choices, made horrible mistakes, and waited too long to make my dreams come true. I don’t regret anything that’s happened in my life, that includes meeting people, and unfortunately, having my heart broken. I realized last night that my broken heart was healed. That this one person was in my life for a particular reason that probably neither one of us knows. I’m looking forward… and I no longer feel sorry for myself for having uncontrollable bouts of emotion.
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