i swear to god i'm learning how to gracefully release those not meant for me.
but more often than not my wishful thinking gets the best of me --
why couldn't you why couldn't you be meant why couldn't you be meant for me?
inspired by this quote: βIn the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.β because that last part has a habit of getting under my skin.