this morning #1359.

this morning, i squeezed the last bit of cherry blossom hand cream out of the tube & onto my skin. tossed the tube into the trash. there was no looking back & with that, that sad chapter of my life was finally a wrap. i’d bought the tube at a cute little boutique on a trip we took out to the west coast two years ago. it turned out to be our last trip as a couple. though there are remnants of our relationship scattered around, the cream has always been the most visceral. tactile. the cooling calm of its fresh scent sinking into my skin. all the misconceptions about what that moment in our journey really meant. a lesson in contrasts. by that point, we were just trying to patch the cracks. stuck on diverging paths.