This turn of the new year, I’ve really learned to let go. Let the past be the past. No more what-ifs, what-could-haves, if-only-you-if-only-we’s.
I’ve made a pretty conscious decision; I don’t have the time to keep hanging on to people. People who don’t give a damn. People who have made up their minds
that I wasn’t worthy of their nights, and their goodness, and their love. Nope.
Don’t let someone live rent free in your heart.
Go on, you’ve got better things to do and better people to do it with.
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I gave you my heart, Los Angeles, as the sun shone over Silverlake above Sunset.
Pretty girls in vintage frocks pitter-pattered until the dishes and pans were ready to disrobe their sheaths of foil.
Dreamy boys mashed the taters, poured the wine, and put on their best playlists for fairy-lit hem and hither.
Well, it’s been a year, and what a year it’s been. Now on the East coast, colder but closer to an understanding of home.
It’s the person on the other end of the line, earnestly wishing you the best, no matter the time of call. It’s about love.
Give it to someone special.