He moved in today, a first for both of us. I loved seeing the book case fully stocked with his haughty titles. I have to remind myself it’s not pretend. They look better up there than my books, anyway. He was never very courteous about how much he claimed of mine. It started in 2014 …
Life and love are complicated. Nonlinear. Labyrinthine. Nonsensical. That's what I learned this year.
Someone told me it was growing pains. What a perfect way to put it, like a favorite pair of jeans that don’t fit anymore.
For fighting for women, for inspiring me to bloom.