Thursday, August 27, 2009
I saw him last night. He felt like home and I let him in, forgetting that he had broken my heart last winter. I wonder how many times we’ll say goodbye before we actually let go.
(image via daily post-its)
Sometimes you have to forgive people just because you want them back in your life.
Il Postino called me last night. I still recognized his phone number, despite having deleted it from my phone last year. He was over a thousand miles away for the reserves and the last person I ever expected to hear from. Eight months later, he apologized to me… I can’t remember the last time I slept this well.
This phrase has never bothered me more than it did today (maybe because it’s true).
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