alice's peephole

 “If it is true that   there are as many minds as there   are men, then there are as many   kinds of love as there are hearts.”   ―   Leo Tolstoy ,   Anna Karenina I want to write this down and put this out there to always remember that things will look up, no matter what. I’m sure I’m going to have to face much, much bigger losses. But there will be a sliver of hope that will shine soon. The past one week has been crazy.  I felt all alone and almost boarded a flight back home. I couldn’t bear the thought of being in this city, where everything reminds me of him. But something made me stay. I felt a little stubborn. A tiny bit of fight remained it me. I didn’t want to run away. I am not someone that places an unnecessarily high value on pride, when it comes to my friends. When I need to be needy, I am. I called my friend and told him everything. He came over and endured my bawling for a few hours. He dragged me to Biere Club and forced me to order beer. When I didn’t

To all the girls out there – everyone – those who are in love, looking for love or falling out of love. For there can be no 4 th category. Most of us are a species that easily believes, easily loves and sometimes just as easily fights for love. I am not a pessimist or a cynic. I am you. I want to remember that I should choose someone worthy of my love. I need to drive away the fear of being alone. Tell society to screw itself. I need to keep hope alive that someday the right person will come along. And he will treat me well. He will hold me when I’m weak, hug me when I’m cold and laugh with me when I’m silly. He will understand all my faults, for there are many. He will know how lucky he is to have me. Me, for my compassion. Me, for my support. Me, for my love. He will wake up each day willing to fight to be with me. He will not hesitate to defend me or ask for my help. He will not let anyone get in our way. For it is our path to walk. Our life to lead. Our children to raise. Ou