Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Two women told me today that I look younger than I am. One thought I was in my 20s, which was darling. The other is the same age, in fact exactly the same age as me, as I just found out her birthday is the same day as mine! Spooky! (I'm in my late 30's, BTW)