Engage
“Story of my life.The shell I’d created around my heart had not been enough to keep me from feeling something for Henry again. I thought my heart could be detached from my body, but it seemed I was wrong.And so the process of surviving a breakup began again.I had to keep reminding myself to move on. People lost the love of their lives everyday, sometimes to things more permanent. I was no different, no more special than those countless others nursing broken hearts, and wallowing in my grief was ...not the way I wanted my story told. So I tried to find pleasure in the small things, like the aroma of a fresh bag of coffee beans or the slide of silk on my legs after shaving. I wasn’t anywhere near happy yet, but I was nearing content.When you’ve resigned yourself to your fate, when you’ve really decided to move on, time passes in the blink of an eye. I started to date again. One of my coworkers set me up on a blind date with a single friend and I had agreed out of curiosity. The guy was named Seth and he had short blond hair, green eyes and a dimpled smile.MoreLess
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