As we welcome spring, I for one am hoping that the dreaded Beast from the east has finished causing havoc for the year. I'm done with bundling up, feeling my stomach flip as my sole slips on the icy ground, and hiding away inside, desperately trying to keep warm.
Sometimes the things I want to write about the most take the longest to write, and are the hardest to write. I've written this in my head more times than I can count, but as soon as I tried putting fingers to keyboard, the words dried up.
We weren’t compatible. At least that much was obvious. In fact, if I wrote a list of things I did and didn’t look
for, he’d tick most of the latter...
