The Story of a Girl.

I have so much to say but finally no way to say it. Nothing will come out like I want it to, and I’m getting frustrated.

What I wanted to do was tell the story about how I fell in and out of love with a boy I’m still crazy about. How he told me he loved me, and how, though I’m more single now than I’ve ever been,  I’m more comfortable with it than I’ve ever been. I wanted to tell a beautifully written account  of how I’m put together when I thought I’d be broken.

I wanted to have it laid out on a screen, a puzzle of words put perfectly together to form the picture that is our relationship, a funny one that I cherish deeply, but instead all I can do is hit backspace.

And remind myself, that what I’ve got, this relationship that’s been built, what I’ve worked so hard to feel, is authentic. It doesn’t need a regular reassurance and it doesn’t need the pretense of emotion.

This relationship needs a girl, who had the help of a boy whom she will always love, to love herself, and she’ll find that sometimes singularity isn’t the worst the world can offer.