tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799245960246138511.post4161650551793493942..comments2023-04-26T01:45:56.925-07:00Comments on A mermaid and her Mama: My ramblingsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454440710877136521noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799245960246138511.post-17498654269998438452010-03-01T18:20:53.190-07:002010-03-01T18:20:53.190-07:00No real comment other than to let you know you'...No real comment other than to let you know you're not alone in your feelings of distress (although it seems to have passed even if only publicly). People are often used as tools to show us things we've never stopped to see before. To be a tool for change is almost as good as having that tool brought upon you as both sides are given some perspective. Evolution and adaptation is the final goal and you too will benefit in the long run from your heartache. So, though the flutter you felt before now feels like a knot at the mention of her name or the thought of her smile, know that its growth. And that in itself is worth the price our hearts make us pay.RandomTravelerThroughYourLifenoreply@blogger.com