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 This blog constantly changes to lyrics that I really just love or that mean something at a particular time. And since Taylor Swift's CD comes out like next week, hence the change in blog title.

I don't really have a title for this because it's kind of hard to title something like this. I've written some pretty heavy stuff here lately. And unfortunately, this one kind of has to fall into that category too.

The Best of Me came out tonight and I saw it was my very special boyfriend. And it didn't disappoint because any movies based off a Nicholas Sparks book are generally good. Most of them are cute love ones and this one was no different. But it brought something out in me. It made me think of something I haven't thought of in years.

Not that anyone really reads this but for the sake of not giving the entire movie away, let's just say the father of a certain character was a total jerk. I could use a much stronger word but I figure I'd try to keep this blog PG rated. Anyway, he was just a mean, sorry excuse for a human being. And at one point, Dawson was showing his scars. I think that's what really did me in. It really took me back to a part of my past that I haven't thought about in years. Scars don't have to be physical. They can be words that were said, actions that were taken, it can be a variety of different things. It doesn't necessarily hurt anymore but it was more like a reminder of something that I just haven't had the need to think about in a really long time.

I'm not big on confrontation or big yelling arguments. Probably because my biggest character flaw is that I just have a good heart. I say sorry way too much and I generally just care way more about people than I ever would about myself. So when there's someone literally inches away from me, screaming some sort of profanity or other harsh words, I don't take that lightly. It shouldn't even happen once, let alone a handful of times.

The more I think about it actually, I don't think I've ever really gotten into a major argument with anyone. At least not one where I was yelling or saying harsh words, sure I've been on the receiving end, hence mentioned above. Sure, I've raised my voice to people and even that was a stretch to be honest.

Even worse than that is when someone intentionally violates your space. As if having hands on you is going to automatically you respect them or their point of view. The exact opposite happens actually. It's never okay to do something like that.

I don't really know what the point of all of this is, it was just some random thoughts I had. And it doesn't even necessarily hurt anymore, it's more of a reminder of what part of your life used to be.

Anyway, I'd like to end this on a happy note because I'm happy. As I was scrolling through Twitter not too long ago, I read this "when you realize happiness isn't next weekend, and it's not last week, it's right now" And it's really fitting because right now I'm very much happy. And reading that also reminded me that you just have to be happy in the wonderful moments you're lucky enough to have. No one knows what's going to happen but in this moment you're happy and nothing else really matters.