![]() I was in hell because I knew in my deepest deep that I was just going to have to be me. I didn’t know who to run to or how to distract myself from reality. ![]() I didn’t know where to turn for the highs and lows I’d become so accustomed to over the years. And when it was over, I was, simply, alone. Something about not being able to stand me or something. It was a tumultuous, terrible, wonderful, bright, miserable, enlightening, and invigorating relationship- all at once. It was the most defining relationship I’d ever been a part of it was with a man who was the first person to ever know me- the good, the bad, and the early in the morning me (yikes). ![]() I’m generally much better at self-deprecation and self-sabotage.īackstory: I first began processing the idea of dating myself as I was going through a major, major breakup last year. This year, though, it was less about me spending an hour shaving and more about reflection, introspection, and a journey into the heart of self-love.īelieve me, I’m no expert at the fine art of fierce self-love. Another Valentine’s Day has come and gone, and I’m left thinking about Cupid’s arrow and L-O-V-E. ![]()
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