I Know I Will Die Alone
But loved.
I broke up with Josh on Sunday. The long and short of it is, I think we both have better matches and he deserves a more fervent love than what I could give him based on our chemistry and what we’d become. It was the conversation, I guess, or the lack of it. Conversation is the essence of relationship.
It’s strange to be single again. It’s sad. I feel bad. But life is all about transition.
For all I cried on Sunday, though, most were tears of touched gratitude at the way my awesome friends and family were immediately there for me.
Much, much love.
