I would love to go down to a little restaurant near the Aegean with you and share a bottle of red wine and laugh and cry over all of this. You deserve to be angry. He said he wanted back. He stopped you when you were moving ahead with your own life. He saw you were happy and found a way to overpower it with the same old hurt you thought you were finished with. And when push came to shove, what did he do? Nothing. Or awfully close to it.
It's time to refind the happiness you were beginning to find in September. When life held out promise to you. That was the Sunshine I think of when I think of you. You can do it. You have that within you. You need to go back to your art, or whatever centers you, expresses your true personality. And then work outwards from there. If I were there I would teach you my dances.
