There was a time when I sang, “Don’t they know, it’s the end of the world? It ended when you said goodbye…” in the shower nearly every day. 

I would cry. I would ask questions no one should ask or know the answer to. 

Three weeks ago, the cheesiest / best, most cliched song ever crept into my head. I never even sang this song for Karaoke. Suddenly, I was in the shower and I belted out, “Weren’t you the one who tried to break me with goodbye, did you think I’d crumble? Did you think I’d lay down and die? Oh no. Not I. I will survive….!” 

And I sang it over and over. And I meant it. 

Today, the lawyer sent the settlement agreement to me. It’ll be signed this week. 

Despite what this guy did, I still believe in love. Crazy love. Psycho love. Penitentiary poems from a cell love. Dracula love. Master and slave love-child love. Greek mythology love. 

“As long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive….” 

Page is turning. Chapter, next.