Got my nails done with Cara. I picked Opi’s color “dreaming nomad” because of the name of course.
The color suits me more than I expected. fleshy mauvy pink with a hint of shimmer.
In an instant I am doubled over ready to puke. Frankie was tagged on fb with his arms around some girl. Devastation. Literally minutes later he texts me and asks how I am. I haven’t heard from him in a week! I’m at a loss how to respond to him. I’m pissed, I’m hurt, I’m in love and I’m mourning the loss of him.
I tell him Im having a hard time getting over him and that it is painful to hear from him. I find my breath again and get in my bike and ride whatever destination comes first.
I find I ended up in the same place I went to when I realized my marriage was over. Capitol park under the magnolia tree. Something about that well manicured grass hugging me back is comforting. I let a few tears fall. I want to cry it out, because I haven’t yet. But I can’t. I know I need to in order to really move on. But I still have hope.
Fucking hope.
