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“It turns out he wasn’t in love with me – like I thought. What I am trying to say is I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn’t know you had inside you. And it doesn’t matter how many new hair cuts you get or gyms you join or how many glasses of Chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends, you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wondering what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long ‘all that’ may be, you go somewhere new and you meet people who’ll make you feel worth while again. Then little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, all those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.”

The Holiday



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