Who were you before they broke your heart?
You, of all people, deserve a happy ending. Despite everything that happened to you, you aren’t bitter. You aren’t cold. You’ve just retreated a little and been shy, and that’s okay.
Suddenly I become filled with a consuming impatience to be gone.
You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.
Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same.
I want to feel what I feel. Even if it’s not happiness.
I’m numb and I’m tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I’d been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I’m soaked to the skin with emotion.
I am one thing, my writings are another.
I am grateful for all those dark years, even though in retrospect they seem like a long, bitter prayer that was answered finally.
I gave you things I wasn’t sure I even had.