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the ups-and-downs and sides-to-sides of the little things that make up life
I like to believe that life is a series of moments. I call them rides. People come into your life for a reason. And sometimes, as painful as it is, they also go. Sometimes, they come back, but not often.
Matt came into my life to teach me about first loves. He also taught me that white picket fence realities weren’t real.
Christopher taught me the unconditional love of a mom. He taught me I was breakable, but that I could also put myself back together.
Rory. Oh, where to begin? He taught me about real sex and friendship. Most importantly, he taught me about the people who come into your life for periods of time to fill a void. I filled a void for him and he for me. A true “friend in need is a friend indeed” scenario. I could never say it to his face, but I loved him. I loved him for the man I watched him become.
And then there’s Mr. M. He was one moment that thankfully lasted longer than I ever imagined. The ride I took with him was one I broke a lot of rules for. But, my heart rarely listens to my head and is stubborn enough to always gamble it all. As many rules as I broke, I wouldn’t change a thing. The bumps, the broken rules, the things that went wrong, helped me appreciate when things went oh, so right. Who knows, maybe we’ll meet again on another ride.
The one lesson I remind myself each time? Even if the moments are short, you never have to stop loving the rides taken and wishing those who took them with you happiness.
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