tomorrow is a new day

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I want anybody and everybody who comes across this
to leave me an anonymous comment. It can be anything you want.
A story. A secret. A confession. A fear. A love. ANYTHING.
Just post anonymously and honestly.

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[(Anonymous)]

I fell in love with someone right around my birthday last year and for a few months in time, I really honestly though that somehow, when I least expected it, I'd gone tripping into my fairytale. Maybe it wasn't a very good fairy tale and maybe it was a really faily fairy tale with fights and fuck ups and lots of staring at each other, wondering just what in the hell we were doing with each other, but it was mine and ours and it was right for me.

And then, when it stopped being a fairy tale, I think my heart broke. I think when all the dreams and plans we'd whispered about in the night stopped being something I could reach out and brush my fingertips against, something inside me cracked and I don't think I'm ever really going to be able to fix it. She was my one, my other half, and my stupid lobster and the world seems much more tinted to gray than it did when she was mine.

I tell her all the time that we're okay, we're okay, we're okay and I mean it, I guess, but I'm still in love with her and she still loves me. And that, I guess, is a bigger distinction than I thought.

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D: This makes me sadface a lot and I don't really know what to say. The only thing I can really offer, is a hand to hold, if you want it.