If some time in the future, I look back now and realize that this was my last heartbreak over a boy, I think I would slow down and enjoy it a little bit longer. Even more if that would be crazy because it hurts so much. If I knew this would be the last time being single I would enjoy the uncertainty and the fear and the exhilaration and freedom a little bit longer. The weightlessness and feeling tied and responsible to no one, like a child.
I never thought that my search for meaning, which I thought was all there was to life, is just a chapter of growing into an adult. I never thought the day would come where all my wandering and wondering would have an actual purpose. I thought I would have forever to learn everything for no specific goal, to get hurt for the sake of hurting and touch a flame without knowing it burns.
It’s too early for me, I want to sleep in a little longer, I want to be no one’s girl a little longer. I am still a wild creature.
SUBLIME COURAGE 
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