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My handsome Doc 😍😍

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My ugly Christmas sweater and my sweet angel baby. Fly high Kylee, aunt Aly misses you every day! 🎄👼😘

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Meeeeee.

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The diary of my non-existant love life...(part one)

Well here I am, confessing my inner most thoughts to the world wide web, even though it's less than likely that my blogs are going to go viral, still I'll be the first to admit that it's pathetic. This just seems much less personal, which is exactly what I need in order to say what I'm about to say. Life really is a bitch, well love is anyways. It's like when you're out fishing and you just bought the best lure money can buy and you're so proud of that lure that you don't really want to use it, because you don't want anything to happen to it. But one day you get the courage to use that amazing lure that you've been so happy with just having in your tackle box. And when you hook the bait on your fishing rod and throw it out to cast there's that moment when it's soaring through the air, and everything feels so exciting, and even when the lure hits the water that excitement is still there, mixed with anticipation because you just know you're going to have a monster fish on the end of that hook by the end of the day. And you might go half the day without getting a bite, but you still have faith that everything's going to work out, until the time rolls around and you feel that pull on your line, and you try to reel it in, but it's a big fish, and the harder you pull the more your fishing pole threatens to snap, but you don't give up, and after countless struggles with it by the time you're actually able to reel in your line and you look at your hook, you realize that not only do you not have that huge fish, but that the lure you loved so much is gone, and you'll never see it again. Of course there are thousands of other lures at the bait shop, but that one was yours, it was meant for you. And you just can't stop thinking about it, no matter how hard you try. Of course you'll get over it eventually, but that's just it, it's going to take time, lots of time. It's not something you can just replace, despite your attempts to. But as more time goes on, you get used to the idea of it not being around anymore, that doesn't mean you never think about it, it just means that you've accepted the fact the at one point you had the best thing in your life, and it got away. And you live with it. That's all you can do. Don't go messing with someone else's happiness just because that lure was yours first, and you think you're a better fisherman. Obviously you're not too good, or you wouldn't have even thought about using that lure in the first place. That giant analogy is how I look at love, it always starts out as something so magical, and as time goes by that feeling fades and you get comfortable with each other and your love grows, but then something happens wether it's cheating, or death. And you lose that person, who was the best thing that you've had in your life, and there's nothing you can do. You might be miserable without them but if you ever really cared for them you're not going to try to sabotage their relationship with someone who doesn't take them for granted. Because if they wanted you back, they could've found your number in the phone book, or googled your address, or asked mutual friends about you, the bottom line is, if they wanted to come back they would've. So all there's left to do, is turn to that person who broke your heart and say those four little words that you know are such a lie, "I'm happy for you." 

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