My Virtual Journal

20.

There is more to life than him. There are cafes on cozy city corners with vintage chandeliers and that waiter that always smiles at you when you order a chai latte. There are Christmas trees that shine through apartment windows and that seventy year old couple across the hall who walk around the park at 9:30 every morning. Rainy Thursdays when you're awoken by the patter of the rain on your roof and Sunday nights when the week is yours to conquer. There's swimming in the ocean at dusk when the sky is pink and the saltwater is warm. There's sweet wine to drink with your best friends and karaoke songs to butcher with any willing participant. There are bubble baths after a long day and a clean bed with fresh sheets. There are adventures waiting in some far off country and a boy who will look at you one day like you're the only person in the damn world. There is more to life than the heart he broke.