Sometimes it helps to just write about it, and get my emotions out. For a couple weeks now, I was just hoping for a sign. And I got one, even if it wasn’t the sign I was hoping for.
Maybe I’ll write a post about all of the men I’ve (thought) I loved, and why I now know we weren’t a good match. It might serve as a good reminder that broken hearts do heal.
Submissive in the City 