this morning #107.

this morning, as she laid in bed, a groggy part of her brain wanted to just call him up & chat. when they parted ways last fall, she took it horribly. through a process that included a four-month self-isolation, a wide-sweeping purge of their once-mutual possessions & a thousand other initially-frantic measures, she bled to win back her soul. literally. now that she had finally reached a zen mountaintop of acceptance, there was this fresh urge to share her achievement with him, the man who had broke her. friends always urged her to put it all behind her. they were met with either disinterest or indignance. this was her trail to blaze & they had made mistakes too. it was okay if she made another.