The Day I (Think I) Will Be Okay

Dear Diary,

Mr. Big: What would you come back as?

Carrie: Someone who knows better.
Mr. Big: You smell nice.
Carrie: I'm not sleeping with you tonight.
Mr. Big: I thought we were just having dinner.
Carrie: We are.

Every girl who's been in love has their own Mr. Big.
Tall, dark, impossibly handsome, (used-to-be if not still) married, successful type. Owh, just your type.


Miranda: You haven't had a crush since Big.
Carrie: Big wasn't a crush. He was a crash.


You and him had a moment. The moment. At first, you kept bumping into each other, then you hooked up, then you went separate ways. And you hooked up again, and you had to break it off again. And again. And again.














Carrie: We're so over we need a new word for over.


You still feel how painful it was the last time he got your heart broken. You know the possibility of getting hurt in the future. You know you don't behave are not safe around them, and they are not the best for you.

But who's to stop you when you know,
you are at your best when you are with them.

And who's to help you,
now that you're all alone single again,
your paths keep crossing and that
the universe seems to unite the two of you together again.


Just remember that,










Life's not the final an episode of Sex And The City.
Carrie doesn't necessarily have to end up with Mr. Big.

Plus, you are no Carrie.

Even if you think you are,
keep your chin up and
pray that someone nice(r),
kind(er) like Aidan might
just be around the corner.
Might.

Even if it's not going to be in the nearest future, it will be OK.
Even if he's not going to be your perfect soulmate, it'd still be OK.


For you have found your soulmates.
















Charlotte: Maybe we could be each other's soulmates. And men could be these great nice guys to have fun with.
Samantha: That sounds like a plan.


So it is really OK.