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Dear Self

(And to all the BEAUTIFUL INDEPENDENT WOMEN out there),

Sometimes, no one man is enough; you may be the greatest, craziest encounter of his life. He may try to hold onto you as long as he can, suffocating you. And when it becomes too much and you break free, you look back and see someone who tried. You tried. Next in line you find the boys who are too intimidated and couldn't hold onto a good thing if it was set in their hands, but that's what happened to you isn't it? For the first time in a long time you were right in the palms of a mans hands. You weren't suffocating- you panicked because it was new. You didn't know how to react to somebody who didn't want to let you go. It's like all your broken pieces fell into their hands and when you became whole again- you stood up and walked away, away from who you are in hope of who you'll become for the next person.  That's your problem you think though, isn't it? You've just got more and more of those boys in line wanting to play with you because you're some shiny new toy they've been waiting for, just to break again.

So how many times will you do this? Until you get the trophy many You've been waiting for? Literally waiting. Just fucking passing time by until that trophy was right there in front of you. You wanted to win that trophy, you felt for SO long that- that trophy was already yours. A couple sweet and slick moves later, what do you have? Are your hands reaching out begging? What did those beautiful healing hands do wrong that you weren't just handed that trophy? And there you sit baffled. Again. Suddenly the "new toy" breaks, you're alone... time to put your own self back together again.

Do it for you. Always.

Do what feels right.

Even if it doesn't get you what you want right away. Realize every action counts. It'll be worth it. God has a plan, Surrender. Everything happens for a Reason.

With Love,

Miranda 

May 2017-Life.