Reading messages from 2011 as my old life crumbled on a night when my new life was so clearly going the way I wanted it to was oddly comforting. Rather than accessing the old hurts, I was putting them to bed.
Reading messages from 2011 as my old life crumbled on a night when my new life was so clearly going the way I wanted it to was oddly comforting. Rather than accessing the old hurts, I was putting them to bed.