The Blower’s daugther

And so it is, just like you said it would be…..

So it ends, our story ends, for good. There is nothing I can do now, for I’ve known all along this would be the end. You love someone else, which proves my point in a way: you are capable of loving, just not me. You like someone else, and I understand it. I, as I told you earlier today, wish you the best. I hope, honestly and totally, that you find the person that makes your heart beat faster and that takes your breath away. You deserve to be loved by the one you love… you are amazing, we had a wonderful time together and I have no resentments.

But I have to deal with myself now, I have to figure out a way to move on. I don’t want to go back to making the same mistake, so I keep my head high, my heart [or the pieces of it] will make it through. Many good things are already happening [my job, my new apartment] and some others stay the same [my friends], so don’t worry about me, I’m a big girl, and big girls don’t cry.