I haven’t written for several months, as if I was living in the shadow of some emptiness. And I can’t even find an explanation for this lack of impulse. I kept doing what I love, but a part of me, the part connected to feelings, seemed to hold on with a death grip during these long months. Sometimes I reflect on how many personal stories I’ve had in my life. But I don’t allow myself to fall into nostalgia. I am a person of the future! I wouldn’t be who I am if those stories hadn’t happened to me.
The other day, I thought that I don’t really know how to make choices—especially when it comes to choosing men. My heart has been cold since 2007. Of course, there were relationships that gave hope that my heart would warm up again. But over time, I clearly realized that it was an illusion. A single once-inflicted wound practically doesn’t allow it to open fully again. Or maybe I just haven’t met a man capable of reopening it.
And yet, faith is stronger! I know happiness is inevitable! Love!
