I will not lie to you. I am a hopeless romantic. I mean Hopeless.
And that is despite all and everything.
Every single time I fall for it. I just cannot do it otherwise. I get completely crushed (almost) every time. I tell you, I let that vulnerability out and open like my life depends on it. Often it does. And somehow I still believe that next time will be different. My therapist would say take I make poor choices to compensate for other things, you get the point. And maybe there is a little bit of truth in that. ( and, yes, I have a therapist, get over it).
Yet, come to think of it. It’s not me. It’s you. That’s my final word on this.
But I decided that this is who I am. And I can’t really be something different. So, bring it karma! I am ready! Think you can break me again. But guess what? Even if you do, I’ll put the pieces back together. I’ve learned so well how to do that, I almost feel like I am mastering this shit. Well, not always, but I have my moments.
What else you got in there for me Universe? And the Universe is answering: oh, you think you can take more? Sure, here it is and He just loads yet another pile of shit all over.
Whatever it is, ok. I embrace it.