true love
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I used to think “the one who got away” was just something guys said to sound deep at bars while holding a beer they weren’t even drinking. Then I met her. And suddenly every other woman felt like a group project where I did all the work and still got a C. She was the…
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Good morning, sweet day. We rise with one foot in front of the other, stepping out onto the ledge of yet another beginning. Someone once asked me if I ever grow weary of starting over. No, I told them. Better to begin again, even from the ashes, than to rot in places that no longer…
