Well, I guess I’m at the point in life where I revert back to tumblr to write about how weird I feel. Except this time, I’m coping in healthy ways. I’m older, wiser, have been through this before. I’m also still soft, naive, idealistic. Some things change and some things don’t. I will always love him. I will tell myself no matter the circumstances he will always love me. I’ve had one great love and that is enough for me. Maybe love will find me again, but a part of me is healed, a part of me can rest knowing I was truly loved once.













