A few days ago I realized that I forgot the most important part of dealing with getting hurt . It's something that I didn't realize I was struggling with all summer. I had come to terms with the fact that: Yes, there are worse things than being single for the rest of my life (p.s. a lot of people seem horrified that I would think that would happen but trust me, it's one of the most freeing/best ideas I've ever had my entire life and requires it's own blog entry) Yes, he probably didn't want to hurt me. Yes, life happens the way it's supposed to . But I left out what I think hurts the most. Yes, I am lovable. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I didn't know that I have people who love and care about me because I do know that. However, I still say I was struggling because I was constantly justifying to myself that I was even like-able... but you know, I just preferred being single (to be honest though, I do love how uncomplicated my...