begin to fade

...it turned out that he wasn’t in love with me, like i thought. what i’m trying to say is: i understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible, and how it can actually ache in places you didn’t know you had inside you.
and it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail, and wonder what you did wrong, or how you could have misunderstood.
how in the hell for that brief moment you could think you were that happy? sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and will show up at your door.
and after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new, and you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again, and little peaces of your soul will finally come back. and all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you'd wasted, that, will eventually begin to fade.

* whatever...