Life is unpredictable.
Yes, that is my big revelation. After 27 years trying to understand it, this is what I have found; life is unpredictable.
Love is unpredictable.
I was having a conversation today about letting go, and someone (who has played a fatherly role in my life for as long as I can remember) said I love too passionately. He went further to emphasise that he didn’t think it was necessarily a bad thing, but it just meant that I’d find it much harder to grasp the concept of moving on.
Moments after, I am left wondering what “loving passionately” even means. Is there a way to love less than passionately? How does one love that way? Can we even call it love if it wasn’t passionate? Call me naïve…
Eventually, you have to cut your loses, no matter how painful. You have to look yourself in the…
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