Unfollowed him today. It felt like the right time and way to do it. I let go of my hurt with great difficulty. Today was that day, though, and I’m not going to feel stupid about it.
It may seem sad and pathetic that I feel the need to chronicle such mundanities. And yet, I think it’s a good idea to document my medical history and how I’ve healed from each event. Why not the condition of my heart? Sad isn’t pathetic.
In the evening, as I switched on my camera in hopes of shooting my first flash mob, I thought to clean out any old videos. The first showed a glimpse of him. But before I could hear a single sound, I hit delete. It felt good.
Noises don’t die sudden deaths; they fade away as you move away from them. Healing happens in unpretty, unexpected ways. I guess I found my path to it, singing a corny (but lovely) song to a pretty stranger tonight.
A completely whole heart? Any day now.