but i am content to live in the moment, and allow myself the daily pleasure of obsessing. nothing lasts forever, i tell myself. especially the good stuff. although typically you aren't faced with a hard deadline

You can run but you can't hide

My head spins as I glance away, refusing to get sucked back into his gaze when so much is at risk.

Evident in every small act of kindness, it was love as a verb. Love that made me feel more complete than I had ever felt in my glamorous, Jimmy Choo filled past.

It always takes two. For relationships to work, for them to break apart, for them to be fixed.

But now I can see that there is redemption and beauty in an accident emanating from love.

Throughout the ordeal, I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad. Anger was something I could control. I could settle into an easy rhythm of blame and hate. Focus my energy on something than the ache in my heart.