It's a Thursday morning and the weather outside is like the 4 seasons song from Vivaldi. She is lying in bed starring at the ceiling. One of those moments when the universe gave her enough signs that she needs to slow down and feel life without taking a sneak peak at the ends of the stories in her life.
“Maybe there is a universe where that's the life I want. Where I don't second guess everything and I am not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there's a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence. Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats." Are you following me?
But for now “you do not deserve me because you are not a caring, loving person. You are not here to receive love, or grow from it, or give it in kind. You do not deserve me because I am beautiful in a way that a magazine would never Photoshop and put on its cover. I am beautiful in the real way, the way that comes from being a person who is capable of empathy and compromise. I am beautiful because I work hard to be nice to other people, and to show them I love them "...
She took another look outside and then got up and started preparing for a walk in the park..
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