“How to move on”


I had told my mom that if only someone like him could like me then I would move on from my crummy old relationship and into a new one. He told his mom he thought I was beautiful. I visited him in Chicago a month later, and he swept me off my feet.


Postscript: I travel the country to be in his arms. He makes the smile on my face so much brighter; I couldn’t be more in love.

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