We Both Have A Lot Of Growing-up

It Was The Same Night I Gave Myself To Him Completely, Knowing That I Would Belong To Him For As Long As He Wanted To Keep Me. And, As It Turned Out, Even Longer Than That.

Even If We No Longer Have Much In Common, We Would Have Always Had The Past, Which, In Some Ways, Is Just As Important As The Present Or Future. It Is Where We Come From, What Makes Us Who We Are.

How Different This Moment Feels, For So Many Reasons. I Tell Myself That No Two Loves Are Identical - But That I Don't Have To Compare Anymore.

No Scratch The Word "career". Careers Are People Who Wish To Advance. I Only Want To Survive, Draw A Paycheck. This Is Merely A Job. I Can Take Or Leave This Place. I Start To Imagine Quitting And Following My Yet-to-be-determined Passion.

And Although One Broken Heart Doesn't Make Me An Expert In The Subject, I Believe You Need Both Things - Time And An Emotional Replacement - To Fully Mend One.