La contradiction

[bree__sharp]

Leaning back against my chair, I can barely make out the rooftops of NYC during one of the coldest winters ever. I see puff upon puff of whiteness and my fingers grow cold as I type. The heat’s coming up but still, it’s bitterly cold even with my pull over sweater. My feet are always the first things to get cold though

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[ex_d_barrymo153]

Sometimes you just need time. To learn and grow, and heal a little. And when you're ready, or when you're not. You'll find that thing that we all want or don't.

:-*

[bree__sharp]

That was fast.

I believe that's the problem. I'm never ready. You're absolutely right about the healing. I've felt very broken.

[ex_d_barrymo153]

I'm pretty sure that even when we think we're ready we're not. Don't look then, and if it's the right time and place and person it will find you regardless.

[bree__sharp]

I feel like the planets must align and the tides must have a hand in this. Why is it even when I'm cold and down, you can come in and pick me up with a few lines?