We had a drunk night - a drunk and fun night. We danced our whole life away. Swinging our hair and waving our drinks, we had a drunk night. Now the bestie and I have these crazy bruises in the same spot on our legs. These bruises are so ugly I might add a pic. Anyway, we had a convo about these bruises and this is how it went.
her: damn, why does it look so bad?
me: it has to get worse before it gets better.
awkward pause.
we realized in that moment that life, love and everything in between has to get worse before it gets better. broken hearts, promises, arguments all have to get worse before they get better.
This too shall pass.
tlloyd
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