Today would have been my 16th anniversary. It's not. It's taking some work to move on.
Made me think of the most romantic points in my life, though. So here we go:
1. Bill and I dancing in the rain under a streetlight.
2. Jason at my front door after so long, picking me up and swinging me in circles.
3. Jim driving up to my work on Valentine's Day and laughing at my double take before I ran into his arms.
I miss love.
I've been an attorney for going on 16 years. I can count the days on my fingers when I felt like I was effectual at it.
I have a case, currently, where there's no proof that my client did anything wrong. I've been going back and forth with the prosecutor as well as my client. I think I'll win.
Maybe I'm good at this.
I've not written in slightly under forever. That's my fault. I think my last post was pushing 12 years ago.
To catch you up: After 15 years, we broke up. It was ugly, both verbally and physically. I'm still recovering.
I'd love to kvetch about it; it's unwise. No guarantee about the future.
Tonight I've been listening to music from the early 2010s. I guess those are the ones that touch my heart the most.
I just need to write again.
