And slowly, over time, everything changes. You’re not some young thing anymore and you no longer believe in fairytales and “perfect” isn’t in your vocabulary. And suddenly, here’s this man, and he becomes so familiar to you that one day you find yourself looking at him thinking, “I could love this person for the rest of my life if I tried and I wanna try.” So you decide to get married again for the second time and it’s nothing like the first time, it’s better because it’s the last time.
You know, I thought it would be weird coming back. But I gotta say… I find it strangely comforting that everything is the same here.
I was supposed to do Pilates this morning. I got as far as putting the sports bra on. Then I realized there was no way I was about to drive through traffic and go to the gym. No. So I threw my bathrobe on over the bra and read the paper. Sometimes I hope that through osmosis I might get a workout…just by wearing the clothes.