For the first time since the breakup, I listened to - and sang my heart out with - my love song playlist. I’ve been far better since my previous manthano post, and I think I’m ready to write the beginning of what I’ve learned and how I’ve grown through this twist of plot and change of chapter.
See, where I left off in my last post was that most crushing note of sorrow-- that I lost the connection I had with Rachel, for knowing and loving her with the same depth. I wanted to somehow reset and go back, no matter how irrational. For the first four or five days, I would wake up re-realizing our relationships end, in the same way that you emerge from sleep on vacation and are surprised to be in a different bed.
God carried me through that most daunting portion of the trial, before even a week had passed... even though I had expected to be paralyzed in mourning for a month at minimum. Actually, sincere grieving was the agent He used to rapidly heal me, and is no less miraculous in light of how I hardened myself against rejection in the past. I am spartan with a tightly closed heart no longer.