Watched accursed shmoopy woman-on-death-bed-regrets-lost-love/wasted-life movie. Bah. Someone told me that it takes 2 years to recover from heartbreak. This is not true. My mom says once your heart breaks it never really loves that same person as deeply again. Marc told me you had to wait and see how well the scars blended in with the flesh. I have thoughts about those things, but not enough time has gone by to form a good opinion.
Sigh. Will keep drawing and sewing and mangling yarn and generally trying to stay out of my own head. Plus side: no longer feeling like I'm just waiting out the rest of my life. Feel like I have stuff to do now. Improvement.
Must go drink about a quart of tea and get Brandi Carlile off my ipod rotation for a while. Right. Off I go.
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Nope. I think it all depends on how much THE OTHER PERSON gets their act together. If they still keep acting the way they did when IT happened, not much will improve. If they change and become more considerate, more mature, more loving, then, sure, your heart will get all those things, too. So there.
I hope what Rhymes says is true.
I really hope so.
I think so. But what about the ones who just disappear? You'd think those would be easier to forget about. I guess it took about 5 years to really stop thinking about my high school boyfriends. Those old lady movies freak me out, because I really don't want to be sad mess on my deathbed. (Well, I probably will be, but hopefully only for the 'omg I'm dying that sucks!' reasons)
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