There is a boy, who broke my heart into a million pieces, and I am nothing but grateful.
Now, as insane a that may sound, let me explain…
I have been very good at playing games for a very long time. I would convince myself that I was letting someone into my life. The reality was that I would only ever tell them as much as they needed to feel like I was opening up to them.
But not with this boy, he taught me how to stop playing games. He taught me how to let someone in. He showed me how to love. Not love a juvenile love, and not infatuation, or half hearted love. He taught me how to be more genuine and open that I ever thought I would allow. He called me out on my array of bullshit I was not only feeding other people, but mostly myself.
I will never not love this boy. Not on the same level, but in some way always. I may turn into a fun memory for him, or he may forget about me altogether, only he can classify me.
But he taught me how to love completely, and for that, I am eternally grateful.
Jon Stewart compares the media’s treatment of Justin Bieber and Rob Ford to the treatment of Seattle Seahawks cornerback Richard Sherman.
That I dream of
that I desire
that I long for
that I hope for