Sometimes I wonder about heart break. Is it necessary to feel? I do not think I would be the person I am today if I did not have my heart completely stomped on. Not only this, but I share a common bond with women who I never thought I would ever have something in common with.
With every life experience, one is able to appreciate a new aspect of living. To be able to understand another person and what they are going through is gold.
Last night I spoke to a friend, who like me came to Florence to close a hole in her heart. Florence is a great place to escape, but no matter how beautiful the backdrop and how many reminders of true love surround you, the aches and nervousness still linger. I tried to give her the advice that was given to me — "think with your head not your heart," "do not let someone manipulate you," and etc.
But her excuses were the same as mine — "I provoked it," "I was a bitch," "It was only that one time; I do not think he would do it again and he was really sorry." The one question we both did not have the answer to — how could one person, cause so much damage?
I feel bad, because I do not know what to tell her to do. I do not even know what I am doing. Maybe her story still needs to be played out.
In the end I hope she realizes, no matter what she said or did, she did not deserve any of that. She only deserves happiness. Her life is ahead, not behind. In the words of Feist “The wings are wide, the wings are wide!”