Standing at the beach. Thinking that time heals all wounds, unless they’re too big and you die. I guess the latter happened to Matt. I don’t think I’m going to die though, which makes my chances of healing from all of this pretty good. I have to keep reminding myself of this.
I’m so scared that I’ll never find anyone who makes me as happy as Matt did.
2 thoughts on “Second Monday.”
Don’t even worry about it. You’ve been becoming a greater woman, all these years.
That’s for damn sure (what L said). You’re going to heal up. You’ve got life busting out your seams.