I have to figure out how to stand in the median when it comes to love. I have to learn to accept that people cannot always live up to my expectations and won't, and that should be okay. I also need to learn to stop thinking that when one falls short, that that's it. It's over. Instead, I need to breathe. Find ways to bounce back and recover. Not hold a grudge.
"You gonna wear heels?" she shouted from beside the stereo in the back of the darkened studio. Her brown eyes locked into mine in the mirror. Pausing to think, I pursed my lips together. "No, I think I'll be barefoot. In stockings," I called back, nodding my head to myself as I envisioned the fishnets, the garter belt.