It’s an injustice. The fact that I haven’t been writing. Letting life move past me without leaving traces behind. I have certain bits and pieces, here and there. The beginning, maybe even the middle.
Day one, not one day.
Life has changed since December. Since London. I’ve been around the world since then; a dozen countries. He met me halfway in one of them when I didn’t know. It almost felt as if the world stopped spinning for a while and then when it started again, it started at a different speed. At a pace that felt right.
I am still finding my way around this new life. But to bottle up the beauty and freedom would be a shame.