Spring was alive, and with the mild weather came a shift in my mind-set. As with any heartache, the passing of time made the intense feelings fade. In my initial gloom, I thought I’d never find the strength to heal, but at last, things were looking up. Early one spring evening, I caught myself gazing out of my window at the astonishingly clear sky. It was a refreshing change from incessant cloud cover and seemed to fit my new attitude. True, I was alone again, but really that was by choice. Jay had claimed he didn’t want to lose me, but I’d summoned the strength in the moment to avoid believing him. He hadn’t called since our blow-up, but I was fairly certain that if I reached out to him he’d be willing to talk. However, I'd shifted my energy elsewhere after the pain surrounding him had dissolved. I came out convinced that no man would ever hurt me so badly again, and I found comfort in that. There was nowhere to go but up. My spirits had improved, but I still had a lot of soul-searching to do.
