This heartbreak has been different.
I knew it was likely to come (here)
After the event,
I sobbed for an hour. My friends held me and told me it was okay to cry. I let my body shake and cleanse.
Stared at the mirror.
Washed my face.
Put makeup on.
And went to a birthday party.
The next morning I Lysol-wiped the kitchen floor for three hours in my underwear, Christmas music blaring. (weird similarity here)
By 4p.m. I needed to….I needed to….I don’t know what I needed to do. But I went to Sonic and ordered a dirty DC (just like me) and a double bacon cheeseburger (not like me.) I sat in the Macey’s parking lot and waited for the inevitable wave of regret.
It never came.
So I walked into the supermarket and bought myself flowers.
Sometimes that’s okay.
And I don’t know if I’m running to or running from
but I need to keep running.