Do you ever think about your own love stories like that? How some day you’re going to be sitting next to your daughter, showing her an old picture and saying, “yeah, I loved this guy. I loved him, so even though he’s not a part of my life, it doesn’t mean he’s not a part of me.”
So far, all of my romances have been failed ones. Some of them, however, are so much a part of me that I can’t imagine not telling my future family. Even if I don’t marry the guy who I got lost with for hours in the rain, or the guy who kissed me under the stars in the French countryside, or the guy who I trusted but he broke my heart anyways. No longer speaking to them doesn’t lessen their importance. All of those experiences led me to where I am now, they’re leading me towards whatever is next. I hope my future children will one day be as familiar with the path that led to their creation as I am.
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