A year ago, I was the only one in a committed relationship. Everyone assumed Matt would propose any day. I shudder to think that if he had proposed earlier, I might have said yes. Saying no wasn’t the mistake; dating him for so long was. Now that I’ve had time to process, I think I’d simply gotten used to him, to us. The way you do with a pair of pants so comfortable and familiar that you don’t realize how unflattering they actually are.
Nice simile and and analysis of her current status as the Last Woman Standing. She dodged a bullet and knows it. Now the reinvention of Sam begins... whether she's ready for it or not.
