“It turned out that he wasn’t in love with me like I thought.
What I’m trying to say is I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible.
How it can actually ache in places that you didn’t know you had inside you.
It doesn’t matter how many new haircut you get, or how many glasses of Chardonnay you drink with girlfriends.
You still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell, for that brief moment you could think that you were happy?
and sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and show up at your door.
And after all that, however long ‘all that’ may be you’ll go somewhere new and you’ll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, will eventually begin to fade”