Alas, it was one of those messy middle-of-the road kind of days. One of those days when it was necessary to remember that life can be beautiful even though it was not perfect, and neither should perfection be the standard to which we tried to obtain.
Some days were meant to be messy. Because life and love were messy. And sometimes painful. And sometimes magical.
Sometimes you shake it off and continue down the road and on with your day. And some times you sit with the pain until it eases into manageability.
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