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how fast they change their minds.........

I should know by now not to make any definitive statements about future events i have not yet experienced.  I usually end up eating my words.

Gimme that humble pie......i'll eat the whole thing if it means I get to be happy.  Not the surface, blind, fleeting happiness that i've had in the past.  This is a real, deep and calm happiness.  The kind you know that no matter how far you dig down, you can keep digging -  and never hit bottom.

I didn't think he even existed, but he does.

I can be with a man who sets my world on fire, making me forget any other man AND is responsible, grown up, able to take care of himself and WANTS to have me be part of his life.  Only me.  I CAN in fact be enough for a man.  I'm not "too much" as i have been told by lesser men.  

You know the best part?  I don't have to dull my light to let his shine.  I don't have to be less of me for him to be comfortable.  I don't have to slow down, speed up, hide this thought, keep that to myself, stroke his ego, or act like i don't care.  I don't have to fucking SHARE him with other women, past or present.  I know this from the tip of my nose right down to my toes.  He is true.

The joy this gives me is immeasurable.

The words i am eating are many.

Being wrong is the best thing that ever happened to me.

Letting go of my regrets,  my fear,  my mistrust, my pain........is the best thing that ever happened to me.  He wiped it all away in one fell swoop, like dust.  He replaced it with hope, happiness, trust and the ability for me to see a future with him in it.

It was fate.  We were always finding our way to each other.........He was made for me.  I just needed to be patient and believe.

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