XOXO, Winter

Sometimes, you have to let fate carve out a path and see where it follows. But taking that initial leap of faith is difficult when you’ve tumbled in the turmoil of your past and you know just how much it hurts to relive it. I get it. I’ve been there. I’ve made my fair share of mistakes when it comes to the dating department. And as far as I’m concerned, most men are complete assholes. So why should I waste my mine? It’ll always end the same. Or, at least, that’s what I kept telling myself as I kept my head down and focused on becoming a veterinarian. Forget them, I repeated over and over again. You don’t need them. How many times have you cried for them and they never shed a single tear for you? Maybe that voice in the back of my head had a point but what’s the point of living if you’re always on your own? Because, trust me, being alone sucks. And the constant silence of an empty apartment is a surefire way to insanity. So, why am I so opposed to Dr. Goodman? The dreamboat that fell out of the sky and practically landed on my lap due to a little airplane mix up. Because I’m afraid that he’s going to turn out like every other lowlife that’s ever shown their interest in me. And I’m not about to get my heart broken by a surgeon even if he knows how to stitch it back together again. I think I’ll just save myself the pain.