contemplativeAnd then she pulled her head back inside her shell and went back to sleep for several hours, but that's not the point.
The point is, there's a world out there and it is terrible and wonderful and horrifying and beautiful all at the same time. And I know this. And even these setbacks have a silver lining. I'm learning who my friends are, who I can count on, who'd be better off pushed off a cliff... oh look, my sarcasm is intact.
I am living again, and I will love again and trust again and hopefully eventually have amazingly good sex. Yes, I am still very sad and hurt, and man, I still love him and pray that we could work things out, but I am prepared for the fact that that is probably not going to happen. But that doesn't change who I am.
Do I have regrets? Of course. But they don't change who I am. A little sadder, hopefully a little wiser, but still the Kellinator.
