I fell into love,
And fell back out.

I read!
And learned the art of listening—
One often overlooked, one that I am still working on.
I became curious with every page I turned,
With every cover I flipped,
With every conversation I had.
So many questions,
So few answers.

I felt a sense of comfort in my own skin,
A feeling that felt foreign yet holy.
I had a better relationship with my bathroom mirror,
The same one that tore me from my roots.

I lost.
I gained.
I let go.

Well, I’m still working on it.

And just like that, I keep going.