I overheard a conversation, involving a man that I love.Whose pupils were uneven when I fell for him. Having sex with me was liking having sex with a rag doll. ”She probably thought it was hot, but it really wasn’t.” I took it to the heart. As personally as ever. We only fucked that one time. After it, he ignored me. Pushed me away. Dated another woman. Sitting by the fire and enjoying the warmth, something good has to come out of this. I promise myself, continue. It can’t all be isolation. Rain and sprouts.