Summer ’39

Summer ’39 was crazy by all metrics imaginable. Global warming hit hard. Global tensions rose. She fell in love. She dreamed an hoped so hard. She failed. She cried herself to sleep more than once. She burned out. She slept.

In a crisp October afternoon she sat in a cafe with a warm coffee in hand and a dear friend across the table. Meeting with another friend was planned day after tomorrow.

Wow, this summer was a wild ride, she thought, I actually survived all of this… And somehow after such a long time I have friendships that just works again. With that… yes, I can thrive again.

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The reason why I’m not friends with most of my exes is not because I hate my exes. It is because most of my exes are men, and sadly most men don’t know how to be friends.

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– To distract ourselves from impending doom… Wanna come by tonight and play some Spiderman?
– Yes.

That was a good idea. It made me feel warm inside.

Middle of November 2019