Two months ago I wrote about my heart being crushed, turned into pieces, spitted on and then thrown into the abyss. At that time, I got that anonymous comment saying that if I still care about “the guy” today, it means I really loved him. And I do care today, the same I did yesterday and two months ago and I’ll also care about him tomorrow and some time from now. What I wrote back then were words ripped out of my hurt heart and they don’t have the same meaning now, even though the feelings stayed the same. I now know I made some mistakes in the recent past, but not related to what I did, but to what I didn’t do. I have this constant feeling that I could have done so much more, but at present time, things are the way they are and I’ve reached the emotional level where I’m single and fabulous again.
Without any specific context or a crystal clear future, the love of my life told me he created the image of the ideal woman…in me.
