Heartbreak...

This is literally attempt #4 at writing this entry. Everytime it got too complicated. So forgive me if I stumble, but I will hit the PUBLISH POST button sans editing. This one's imporant because I promised myself when I started this blog, it wouldn't just be the good stuff, but I would share the hard stuff too.

This year, I had the distinct pleasure of experiencing heartbreak. It's been awhile since that's happened to me. In order to really get your heart broken, you need to take it out of the protective packaging and see what happens.

We met. We hung out. Butterflies. Fireworks. Lots of talking. Open up. Enjoy it. Then came fear. Apprehension. Eventually heartbreak.

In the end, I consider myself lucky to have been able to feel such huge things so completely. I'm better and richer for it. Maybe this is the last big heartbreak of my 20s.

The day that this beautiful boy broke up with me, my horoscope said:

Look to make peace with someone who tantalizes your
desires but offers no future. Immediate gratification does not qualify
as a lifelong pursuit.

Right on, Mystic Terri. Right on.