I gather myself once the feeling of consciousness has returned. I dress and pick up the remains of my belongings in the small, private massage room. I walk past the front desk and I can feel her looking at me, I choose not to return the gaze. I’m out of sorts; I don’t know what to think. It’s not until I sit in my car and begin to drive away I think about what just happened…
Mixed emotions flood me. Apprehension, excitement, achievement, doubt. An unusually long state of reflection. Self-conviction that I do not have “enough time.” Then persuasion that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
I am not here to disrupt your life or disturb you in any way. I do not want to set your healing time back by having a presence in your life that is not wanted. Our breakup wasn't easy, in fact, it was terrible and I never thought I would recover, but time is a magical healer and with time came reflection.
I’m not about to tell you what you already know… cat videos, Netflix and chill, Snapchat… All these guilty pleasures we all know and love.
I don’t know what I was searching for,