I feel really ridiculous about it. I know I shouldn't care. I don't know why I let the words bother me. But, every time I hear or see them, I get this psychical nausea in regards to myself and question everything that I've "overcome." I know it's absurd, considering the amount of time that has passed.

The woman who told me this was someone with whom I was in a relationship. At the time, it seemed to be an important relationship; now, I don't really remember much about her. I do remember at that time believing without a doubt that she was the one. I have grown up since; I realize the idea of "the one" is a fairy-tale mentality bordering on magical thinking.

There is this dissonance. I am usually my own person. I do my thing and don't let others' opinions sway me. But, those words really make me question myself. And I feel stupid and ludicrous for letting something trivial bother me. Especially after so much time has passed.