Sweetbitter

 

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The people who have had the most profound, positive, game – changing influence on my life don’t stick around. It doesn’t matter how much they tell me they will never give up or what a rare find I am, or how they can’t live without me, they take off.

Like Bridges of Madison County. Except I refuse to live the rest of my life pining and sighing.

Why do mind-blowing discoveries about oneself have to be delivered by such shallow and insincere love?

Seriously……what the fuck? Am I that strong that no one can handle me? Am I the only brave one?

 

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