On days when I choose to believe, I tell myself staying open is the only way for the forces at work to show and tell us things, things we need to have and hear when someone is no longer with us.
We had nine sweet years together. Remodeled a house. Healed some of each others’ old wounds. But the relationship ended when it became very clear that hiking in the wilderness, sleeping with spiders and living without my laptop would never be my favorite thing.