Something is lifting the bones, something is dancing in revelry. Wider than oceans below, taller than titans on box springs. And the waters are warm, where they used to run freezing. Where there used to be storms, my horizon is fleeting.
Get you a man that sees you cleaning and says “where’s your vacuum” and proceeds to vacuum the entire apartment. 😌 but also get you a man that communicates the good and bad because wow last night would have gone so differently if this was anyone else and I wasn’t who I am now.
Wuthering Heights being on pre-order is a step in the right direction. But when will I be able to watch it from the comfort of my own home so I can full body cry and scream?
But I am still very mad that I had said to my therapist it feels nice to be content with just myself. And then bam. In walks someone’s 29 year old son and they have (seemingly) a pure heart and good intentions. The audacity, honestly.
Working through the built up trauma from the love bomb short lived relationship of last fall has me feeling so good. Happy to report that person is no longer my last kiss. And like hey. This slow burn thing? Kinda obsessed. 🤷🏼♀️
Will I actually listen to a different playlist other than my saddie baddie one on the way home? Do we get to giggle and kick our feet again? Stay fucking tuned.
Brains and grief are weird. I’ve been fine all day but poof at 6:20 my brain conjures up “you don’t have either of your grandparents or your dad to walk you down the aisle when and if you get married one day.” And now I’m crying at work. 😖