I am eating frozen yogurt alone on a bench apart from the couples at the yogurt shop. Sheryl Crow’s “Strong Enough” is playing faintly nearby.
There’s a lit tree that’s giving me hope, but my own light is pretty dim.
I had a fleeting thought today: was the reassurance of knowing who I am worth saying goodbye and risk being alone.
“Can the child within my heart rise above” those times when I want to look back and give up.
Really, what is love?