During November, I decided that what Series and I needed was to “take a break”. We’d been spending a lot of time together, but I was ready to discover who I could be with all my newfound free time. I had visions of myself painting in a bedroom filled with all the beautiful art I had made, I had visions of myself reading stacks and stacks of books in coffee shops, and I had visions of all the exciting adventures my friends and I would experience…
In reality, I sat alone in bed feeling miserable and sorry for myself. I missed Series and didn’t know what to do with myself. I needed a distraction because there was no way I was going to go crawling back to Series with my tail between my legs. I kept telling myself that I was a strong, independent women who don’t need no Series – #AintNobodyGotTimeForThat
It took some time, but I was finally ready to swim with some of the other fish in the sea. That’s when I met J.D. Salinger in a thrift store on a sunny Saturday afternoon. We spent three blissful weeks together and he told me stories about a boy named Holden Caulfield, but unfortunately our rendezvous ended soon after that.
I had spent a few days alone until one morning I woke up with a pounding headache and a thirst I could not quench as a result of the night before. I didn’t want to do anything but lay in bed all day and the only thing that could comfort me was Series – #OldHabitsDieHard
After spending the weekend together I remembered why I love Series so much. Even though we were on a break, I was happy to be reunited with something that felt so familiar and effortless. Series and I are seeing each other again, but this time around we’ve got more of an open relationship thing going on. After all, I did meet a Mark Twain not too long ago… 😉