Not My Kind of Hero

by Pippa Grant

all of us—all of us—should walk away from relationships that suck our souls dry. Whatever that relationship is and whoever it’s with.

You can’t go through life without getting hurt, my friend. So you choose. Do you take the risk that it’s worth it, or do you keep hiding behind all the lies you’ve told yourself about being happy alone and not deserving someone to love you?”

“You still have a type.” I do. I like the wounded, unavailable ones.

For the first time in my life, I think I’ve found someone I want to love.

“Sometimes figuring out who you are and who you want to be involves figuring out who to trust to go on the journey with you.”

“I’m trying to tell you that I’m madly in love with you, Ms. Spencer, and want to be part of your life and your daughter’s too.”

“I wanted to find me”—I whisper—“and I think I did. In you.”

Knowing you deserve love, that you deserve to be loved, not for who someone wants you to be but for who you are.