I loved both of them, men and women. I still do. But women were so much work, so much sifting through things being said and done and wondering what was truthful and real versus what a woman considered truthful and real, always subject to change. Tick-tock and ding, ding - new definition of reality. Thank Christ, there’s none of that with men.
You’ll listen to Motown with greater curiosity, brought to surprising sobs by the tragedies of Tammi and Marvin. Your cyclamen will not be neglected. You will swear less. You will learn how to perfect spaghetti Bolognese. You will be more resilient.
How will I stay in love next time? What will I do differently? I will not cling. I will remember to forget remembering the past with mawkish nostalgia, as it is reliably inaccurate. I will learn how to ride a bicycle and I’ll be ready for anything.