The Faces of Passion
August 26, 2010 § 1 Comment
What’s a girl to do with a broken heart? Well, the dishes have all been washed, the floors swept, the bathroom scrubbed furiously, the towels and sheets laundered and the cat overfed. After eleven months, a dozen flights, thousands of minutes on the phone, it all came to a screeching halt today. B. broke up with me, and I am sad. The heartstrings are being severed one by one.
My dad said it best: Love is a mystery. There are many faces of passion.
I can think of nothing better to do than go see my family, and I’m going to do just that.
B., I hope you find your passion.