" There is a switch in the air tonight. It’s not suffocating, like breakups all those years ago, but clean and clear. He does not want me anymore so I tilt my head, take a breath and say, “Okay. I understand.”
It’s calm now. My heart didn’t break, it kept on beating like a stoic marching forward without looking back, and I will be a writer now.
I love so many people, still.
I think I will write about them forever. "
― Charlotte Eriksson , He loved me some days. I'm sure he did: 99 essays on growth through loss