Love of My Life. March 19, 2020.

A quick kiss on the cheek, suitcase in hand, a few steps ahead, and that’s it.

The light and energy that nurtured me leaves the room.

For three weeks I feel a general sense of abandonment hang over me, in the shower, the car, the stairs, the elevator.

On the 22^nd day, feet touching my bedroom floor, I realize I am an adult, nodding to myself, lips whispering good for you.

What do we sacrifice as women? And if you asked a woman, would she tell you the truth?