I had an epiphany this morning. I realized my biggest character flaw is hanging on to things when I should let them go. I keep hoping things will get better but it rarely does. But I hang on anyway when I should have kicked whatever to the curb months, sometimes years ago.
Hope is very hard to kill. It keeps living like some cockroach in the crevices of my mind, scurrying out when things are darkest, hiding when I try to extricate it.
I finally let the connection go between me and him. Hope was keeping me tied, not love. The wonderful thing is that hope didn't die. It just moved on. Now my heart is open for someone who is emotionally available, generous of time and spirit, and courageous in loving. What? It could happen.
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