So much has happened. So many things found and lost and my heart was broken again, but by someone from whom I least expected it.
I stopped writing.
I stopped wanting to share. The days were dark. The nights were long. It was always snowing. I was broken.
But I had weathered much harsher storms. And so I emerge. As one does. Slightly softer. Slightly harder. Not who you expected you would be. As you perhaps did, once the snow finally melted and you remembered what it was like to squint because the sun was shining.
I had a lot to say, but couldn't be bothered.
Now, I ask again. Indulge me.