Dear heartbreak,
September 6, 2012 § 35 Comments
we’ve had our share of fun together (yawn), but I’ve just purchased a little black dress, bright red lipstick, some shamefully elevated risqué high heels, and painted my nails a color Essie calls ‘escapades’. I’m in a white wrangler speeding down the highway to a place where dreams come true, memories of past love DIES HARD. Rumor has it, I will experience ALL this heart CRAVES— and gypsy killers with their special gypsy killing knifes aren’t even allowed in such a non-reality-based place. HA… How spectacular.
I don’t know that I’ll want to see you IF I return, I’ve outgrown your ordinarily dull and miserable presence. I plan to lose my mind and heart.I return ONLY when I have forgotten every ill memory that has disenchanted me for the past month ish.
C’est la vie baby~ good riddance.
Sincerely, Still-a-Dreamer
It’s nice to escape what ails you… =)
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Seriously??? Are you living my life? I think you may be. Love this!
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My heart, she is yours. 🙂
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Brilliant. As always.
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that certainly hit spots here. you sent the heartbreak away and end the piece on an incredible high. very nice coco:)
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Thanks Don 🙂
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Not to ruin your future buzz, but the past can only be forgiven first and then forgotten, not the other way around. You shouldn’t try to flush this out of your mind, what you should do is learn from it and walk away without any regrets. I hope this helps.
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Lets go there together sounds like fun!
Fantastic writing as always 🙂
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I’m hereeeeee….come meet me
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I am right there with you. 🙂
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Love. If only it were that simple.
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Amen! I needed to read this right now.
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The beauty of words. Amazing writing!
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yes, what a way to puncture my sorrows of past memories. needed this!
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Heels and a pretty dress are the best ways o send off heartbreaks!
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And I simply am in love with this article. I like your attitude towards heartbreaks
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Ah, Still-a-dreamer. That says everything 🙂
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Coco, I have discovered your counterpart in American Literature. Lady Brett Ashley from Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises. Without the promiscuity part of course.
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oh, why do you think so? oh me oh my
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Well, she’s a finger-snapping kind of a woman… It’s quite obvious Coco that you pull many strings, and I suspect many of them are attached to men’s hearts.
What was it that a little bird told me about a chiropractor?
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mmmmm well said, and what little bird told you that? was that me?
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You’re no little bird Coco. You’re the feminine version of a hawk.
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oh my that is quite the depiction oh my oh me
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Coco I think you’re a fine person. I never told you that.
You’re the sort of being I would liked to be with on a storm-tossed ship.
Your vivacity probably.
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excellent i like to hear that very much
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Essie–my grandma used to call me that. 🙂
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Masterful
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Smash hit single! Lol
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Reblogged this on explorationofhappiness and commented:
Awsome post. Enjoy 🙂
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this is pure awesomeness. sounds like something i would do, sans the lipstick, high heels, and nail painting of course. :o) well written miss coco. well written.
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thanks friend, it was quite the time
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Delightful. Love boldly and craft a story to tell later. 😉
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Reblogged this on Gabriela Yareliz and commented:
This is awesome. Well said!
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love the image of the dressed up woman in a white Wrangler
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