Things happen for a reason.
I’m not sure if my heart will ever fully mend, but lately I’ve become more hesitant to fall again, let alone try. My efforts are minimal, but maybe that’s just the cortisol spiking and causing that anxiety to resurface…
Maybe I’m not as ready as I thought I was… Maybe the right person just has yet to come around.
In this day in age it’s hard to come by anyone remotely as charming as they are ambitious who’s also willing to laugh and have a little fun.
Maybe I’m just picky.
Do organic meetings still occur? Can people just magically feel an instant connection when both are technically ‘in it to win it’?
Maybe I’ll never know.
Maybe I will.