People always say that there's always another fish in the sea. What I don't get is why they never tell you that the fish you're looking for, will never compare to the great white shark that ripped a chunk of you away, and left you when he realized you weren't quite what he wanted. They also don't tell you that once you pick the "next fish", you're always going to be stuck with the gruesome scar of that first shark of a love. The scar is the worst. The crippling, breathtaking pain of how you got it may not be there, but the scar it left is, just to make sure you never forget how it felt.
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Life After True Love
Подростковая литератураI was never the type of person to feel like it was okay to sit and pine away for something I had no control over. I'd had my share of break ups, whether they were my idea or the other person's. I never really had a hard time getting over them. As te...
