Everyone has their own way of loving me, but for a long time I thought I could force the shape of their lopsided love into a nice round one that would fit perfectly inside my idea of What Love Should Be. When I finally forgave the person who offered me love so oblong that it could never hope to fit into my cookie cutter ideal, I learned that love comes in all kinds of shapes. The trick is to accept what’s offered and not try to change it. And don’t ask for more than what’s already coming. This is the first time I’ve been happy since…

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