I pull up at my spot. Hop off my bike to head in and everything must have spilled over because I had a full on Meredith and Christina dance party in the middle of the street by myself to Bruno Mars, Finesse.
Everything about that day and the weeks after impacted me in a way death hadn't in the times prior. I couldn't bounce back. I spoke few words, and when I did tears were in the commas and the periods. Eventually I would just sit in silence.
We're taught to be uncomfortable existing outside of assurances and structure. To be concerned when people move often, job-hop, love lots of people. When they embody what looks like chronic indecision.