(One of my classes this semester features...a four foot drawn/painted self-portrait. Consider me nervous. On another class-related note: I just started reading this book for my Art History class. Cannot. Put. It. Down.)
There's a beautiful moment in recovering from heart-smushing, in which you realize that you can do no more. You can wish and pray that you'd been enough...but you can't force your way into someone else's heart. Unfortunately, this discovery doesn't mean you'll pine any less, but it does leave you with a little peace. The ability to breathe.
Sometimes, you have to stop dreaming of princes, of happily ever afters...and start living for happily right now.
Perhaps in living happily right now...my happily ever after will be found. :)