The Boy Is...

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Well, I'm over it, sorta. I get it, logically. I got it in the beginning but I felt I should give it everything I had, I tried as hard as I possibly could, to see if he was the one. This is what strengthens me and makes me so proud of myself, I accepted the truth. Before, when I wanted something, I would debase myself if I felt it was what was needed. I couldn't accept the truth. Now, I can. Maybe that was the whole point of this, to get me to recognize my growth. You know, I've always seen the Universe as The Great Teacher, there to provide lessons, scold us, punish us. All that is true but the Universe is also there to help us, encourage us, guide us and that is what I have learned from all this. No, Brandy and Monica, the boy is not mine, not at all. But, there is one, all for me. I need to wait for him. See you soon.

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