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... I understand feeling as small and as insignificant an humanly as possible, and how it can actually ache in places that you didn't know you had inside you, and it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join or how many glasses of chardonnay or beer you drink with your closest friends you still go to bed every night going over every detail and how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell, for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy, and sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be you'll go somewhere new, and you'll meet people who makes you feel worthwhile again, and little pieces of your soul will finally come back, and all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted. That will eventually begin to fade.