Sometimes in the midst of my crazy life, I forget a few things:
I am really blessed.
That I have a bad habit of falling for the wrong men.
The first is in reference to having an unmistakable face and unmistakable attitude. I was noticed today by someone I had not seen in two years and she called me out and noted the extreme changes in my temperament and personality. I was bolder, more emblazoned and somehow, more beautiful.
The second is in reference to my luck involving the opposite gender. I find myself falling for men who are taken, and their distance only further pushes me away. I am victim to their lust and I distance myself from them because I do not want to be the “other girl.”
I find little notes of happiness here and there, I am healing, I am improving, I am growing up. I am starting to say things more confidently and move in a more graceful manner, rather than the haphazard steps I often stumbled on.
I am reminded of songs from my past. Most notably this one:
Where he falls in love from a distance, only to realize it was never to be.