I remember where I was a year ago tonight. I remember who I was with and what we were doing and how I felt. It was ultimately a good night. I met J’s best friend. We ran around looking for some place to eat, then J & I broke off from the group when I realized my blood sugar was dropping. She took really good care of me that night — and many nights to come.
I feel so ridiculous. I mean, it’s time I got over her. But it wasn’t just her; it was the process of discovering so much about myself and my needs and desires. It was fulfillment & satisfaction, adventure & excitement, having and making plans. It was a reason to get out of bed despite serious anxiety. And it was the sense of having a Future.
It was the life I wanted.