There are some things that time cannot heal. We just learn how to live with them. Itâs been over 2 years, and more than a year since Iâve posted. Time has gotten away, and while it has healed most wounds, there are those that will never be the same. I could sit here, wallowing in misery, but that is not really me, and such a fucking waste of time. I will be starting a new blog, as I look at these as different times in my life. I talk like I have a few different ones on this platform, but sadly they are lost elsewhere or are physically written in a journal lost in my room. This in-between is over. I have found myself. Do I miss him? Yes. Would I get back together if the opportunity was there. I canât say, honestly. If it was tomorrow, the answer would be no. If itâs in 5 years, I have no clue. I will say that for me, Katie, I donât look back. That time has passed for him and me. What I miss is the companionship. A friend, a support, a person, my person, to be there and not physically, but just knowing that they are there for me, that is all I feel I need now. But my trust in people is broken, and I have the worst pessimistic judgement of all people, even ones I know. This will be the hardest hill to climb. So, I was broken into a million piece, but Iâm like bone, I repaired, recovered, and now Iâm twice as strong. I gave my whole heart and soul to that person, which if you know me, is quite a remarkable feat. It may be cheesy, but âsharing is caringâ and remember to share often. It doesnât have to be big, the small things count too. I know Iâm a black and white person. I donât like grey areas or drama, sooo not my thing. I run from it actually. I know that I throw myself fully into a project or person, throwing caution to the wind and taking that risk, jumping off the cliff into the black unknown of tomorrow. I know I am impulsive and tend to do things I shouldnât. I give great advice, but rarely listen to it. I donât really look at that as a bad thing though. My life was planned and organized. Now its chaotic and unpredictable. And I have to say that itâs been the greatest time Iâve had in a while. There are things we cannot heal. Things we cannot change. But we persist. We endure. We live.Â
So I move forwards, comfortable in my own skin, more that I ever have been. I realized that there is an unwritten and unspoken expectation for us to all find âthe oneâ, as if that is our validation to the world that we are successful in life. The only expectation I am putting on myself is to be honest. Stronger. Wiser. Sassier. A bit more jaded, but willing to take the risk for what life has to offer.Â















