don't make me tell you twice

now, i know it's all very sad when people break up and all that.

but at the end of the day, what's the worst thing that you can say? that you spent a great deal of time for a while with someone who loved you and you loved? that you visited exotic places and learned a lot about the world because this person gave you an excuse to? that you met lots of people and did lots of things that made you grow up in their company? that you are now a stronger person who will go on to do even more cool stuff?

oh, right, so you say, but what about all that pain, and all those questions, and all the doubt, and the insecurity. well, in the bigger scheme of things, and comparatively, the painful times are more than amply outnumbered by the great times. and the company you had was just that: company -- not a crutch, not your rock, none of that. it's always been you steering the boat.

so dust yourself up, little flower, get your heels on, and go out, and have fun, and be beautiful.

there, you've been told. don't make me tell you again.

(but you're welcome to complain about the cold)