The one thing that seems to be improving is my time to recovery.
When my heart was broken as a teen, I would have a bad year.
When my heart was broken in my 20’s, I would have a bad few months.
When my heart was broken in my 30’s, I would have a bad few weeks.
When my heart was broken in my 40’s, I would have a few bad days.
Now that I am in my 50’s, I seem to have a few bad hours.
That’s the spirit!
When you’re in your 60’s, you’ll only remember for a few minutes.
“Hey Laz, sorry to hear your girl left you last night.”
“Oh, that explains the dresses in my closet. I was getting worried there!”
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