at a time like this i feel brave enough to say (as if three glasses down a bottle of wine who cares if its my diary or the party's nearly over) that leaving me was the best thing you could ever do.
Found this on (yet again) Tamarack Song’s blog Mongrel Scratchings:
I just read about a man who had a flower garden that he continually improved by pulling out the plain-looking specimens and throwing them in the garbage. One day while he was out walking, he passed by a flower garden more beautiful than is. Wracked with jealousy, he asked the gardener were she got her plants. She told him she was his garbage collector.
There’s more to the post that is very worth reading, but the power and the accuracy of these words are so overwhelming that I needed to share it.