Forty-Five

Once again, I find myself standing on a small piece of land, just big enough for my feet. It feels as if this land is teetering atop a tall, thin column of crumbling, rocky earth. I’m wobbling over a bottomless abyss while torrential rain pours from storm clouds that seem to hover directly above my head. Tears cascade from my eyes, and mascara runs in black rivers down my face. I can’t help but think, ’What the hell has just happened?’
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had this moment in my life.
Join me on my journey from first love to last love, before becoming single again. Cry, laugh, and perhaps relate to some of the situations I found myself in as I take a stroll down memory lane, revisiting the relationships I’ve had in my life.