I don't know how to tag this but I wanted to share. Thoughts?

Last I year on May 2nd, 2017, I took a picture on a hill top overlooking miles of woods & a blue sky. I wrote in the notes section of my phone about what I was feeling on that day, accompanied with the picture. I was heartbroken over a girl that I had heavily invested in emotionally and in where I put my time. Everything pointed to us dating officially, except she didn't want to. Also I never smashed.

This year, on May 23rd, 2018, I found myself getting a blowjob from her after a year of not putting any effort towards her & being practically absent in her life. We ended the night with sex, & I was invited to stay over the next few nights as well. All around spontaneous event, was not aiming for anything.

Life is fucking wild. I didn't even try. I don't care about her romantically at all now, & doing so I somehow manifested my destiny exponentially better than my committed and whipped self did a year ago. Thoughts?

Reflecting on the last year, my thoughts are that I've just been THE man, besides trying to do everything in my power to win someone over. My mentality has done a 180, subconsciously as a result of past failures. The effortlessness is shocking