Five years ago I was writing endless posts about what I was going through with a relationship with a coworker I fell too hard for. I’m 27 now, 28 in three months. Since then I’ve learned what real heart break and what it really means to let go when everything in you tells you you can’t because you want to make it work. I can barely remember a lot of the things I was talking about back then that played so endlessly in my head. I remember Erick. He was beautiful. He was fun and he kept me on my toes. I was reading though my own posts like it was a weird story, genuinely curious about what was going to happen next. All of the memories flood back like I can’t believe I lived though all of that. And I thought THAT was as intense it could get because of a man. Adam taught me I was very wrong.
