It’s been about a month since my relationship of two-and-a-half-years ended. When a relationship dies and the people involved were trying their best to stay on track, a lot of plans get upended. In the rubble was a summer vacation that had to be re-arranged, a lease no longer getting renewed — things that could no longer be taken for granted. This season of life has taught me a lot about the levity of intimacy built over time and with good, good intentions. While that does not erase the hurt nor the pain, it leaves me with few, tiny, and insignificant regrets that will likely fall away with time.
Such a lovely, tender, thoughtful piece. Thank you for sharing.