I Know I Will Die Alone

But loved.

I broke up with Josh on Sunday. The long and short of it is, I think we both have better matches and he deserves a more fervent love than what I could give him based on our chemistry and what we’d become. It was the conversation, I guess, or the lack of it. Conversation is the essence of relationship.

It’s strange to be single again. It’s sad. I feel bad. But life is all about transition.

For all I cried on Sunday, though, most were tears of touched gratitude at the way my awesome friends and family were immediately there for me.

Much, much love.

tu t’entremêles et tu restes enfermée
les rimes te suivent et deviennent ta routine