What I would tell her, that curly haired teenager .. is that love, real love, doesn’t exist anywhere in the vicinity of hometown boys with pickup trucks.
What I would tell her, that determined college girl … is that love, real love, is rarely found after 2:00 a.m.
What I would tell her, that young wife with a roustabout husband and a child to raise, is that real men will take any job they can to care for their own and that this one .. this one is not real and never was.
What I would tell her, that newly single parent .. is that those chubby three year old arms offer plenty enough affection and that being alone is far better than what came right before it.
What I would tell her, that 20 something woman with a career and a grip on life, is to trust her instincts when she meets someone wonderful.
What I would tell her, that gun-shy girl, is that when she meets someone who feels like home, she’ll know. She’ll know when she realizes she can be exactly who she is when they’re together. Not changing a thing. And that he loves her just the way she is.
What I would tell her, is that when real love finds her, she’ll watch her five year old fall in love first. Then she’ll know it’s safe for her to do the same.
That’s what I would tell her, if I could have a chat with my younger self; I would tell her that butterflies are worth waiting for and to never, ever settle.
For more, read It Had to Be You.
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“Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.” – Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City.
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