At 67, I Took My First Trip to Malta and Chose to Say “Yes” to Everything – I Never Imagined I’d Find Love Again

sunrise.

I cried while folding clothes I had bought for a week that no longer felt like mine.

Then I stopped.

David had lied.

Michael had lied.

But the boat ride had still happened.

The sea had still been blue.

I had eaten octopus despite being terrified of it.

I had danced badly in a square while strangers clapped.

Those moments belonged to me.

No man had created continue reading …