A conversation can feel like sustenance, like nourishment, like hope and possibility, and it can fill you so full that you take flight. But, a conversation is just words if the follow through isn’t there. You can feel something from the top of your head, to the tips of your toes, but if you’re not willing to act on it, it’s not really real. And at almost-30, I’ve learned the difference between a fantasy and reality. One you want, the other you need.

The hardest thing in the world is to let your logical mind overrule your heart. Hope and emotion are powerful motivators, but insanity is repeating the same behavior and expecting a different result.

This time, I didn’t need to flee from the flames of the burning bridge like Scarlett from Atlanta. Though I did stand there holding the match for a long time. But sometimes, it’s better to just brush the ash from your shoulder, and cross the bridge knowing that if the other person doesn’t follow, you’re better off alone. I suppose that’s the other thing I know now that my younger self did not.