It’s hard to pinpoint when I lost the old me – the woman who fell in love with abandonment, the eternal optimist who believed everything would work out and the hopeless romantic I once was. Yes, I still see flashes of that person, but not nearly often enough. Like many, life has hardened me, and I’ve become jaded.
But there are times I miss the old me, silly but innocent. Sometimes I just want to press reset, but life doesn’t come with a remote or buttons. Sometimes I want back the foolishly impulsive me, her heart was pure and free from hurt.
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