Memo to Self: You Will Survive Edition
That aching, panicky feeling you get when you realize that it's game over.
That no matter what you do, no matter how many times you text or call or tweet at them, or how many different dresses or perfumes or lipsticks you wear around them, nothing is going to work because you are not in the same stratosphere. He's here, you're -- well -- there. And it hurts. And it empties that hole you once thought was whole. But know this: you will survive. You will move on. You will meet and you will flirt and you will fall into another one-sided relationship with some rando because that's what you do. You've only really loved two people, anyway. The only reason this hurts so much it makes it hard to think, is that there was potential. And everyone knows that unmet potential makes us second-guess and question. It makes our skin crawl with possibility and sends a jolt of electricity through our bodies with expectancy.
But that feeling? It will go away. Just accept it and, well, move on.
That no matter what you do, no matter how many times you text or call or tweet at them, or how many different dresses or perfumes or lipsticks you wear around them, nothing is going to work because you are not in the same stratosphere. He's here, you're -- well -- there. And it hurts. And it empties that hole you once thought was whole. But know this: you will survive. You will move on. You will meet and you will flirt and you will fall into another one-sided relationship with some rando because that's what you do. You've only really loved two people, anyway. The only reason this hurts so much it makes it hard to think, is that there was potential. And everyone knows that unmet potential makes us second-guess and question. It makes our skin crawl with possibility and sends a jolt of electricity through our bodies with expectancy.
But that feeling? It will go away. Just accept it and, well, move on.
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