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Something always brings me back to you.
Thursday, August 27, 2009

over and over

I saw him last night. He felt like home and I let him in, forgetting that he had broken my heart last winter. I wonder how many times we’ll say goodbye before we actually let go.

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Sleep easy.
Sunday, August 9, 2009

Sometimes you have to forgive people just because you want them back in your life.

Il Postino called me last night. I still recognized his phone number, despite having deleted it from my phone last year. He was over a thousand miles away for the reserves and the last person I ever expected to hear from. Eight months later, he apologized to me… I can’t remember the last time I slept this well.

It is what it is.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009

it is what it is

This phrase has never bothered me more than it did today (maybe because it’s true).

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