When I woke up this morning and made the discovery, nothing, not one tear. It happened just as I had expected, and all of the signs had warned me of. The knowing and the seeing can at times still seem like a curse instead of a necessary discerning qualifier.
It’s not that I don’t care, on the contrary, I care more than any words could ever say here, or anywhere. It’s simply like this, I can no longer be hurt, by anyone, and that was the goal. Once again, everything we survive prepares us for what’s next.
The last four years of my life have transformed me, changed me forever, prepared me for what’s next.
Damn, what’s next? Should I peek?
September 18, 2019