“wasn’t it tiring? Letting him come and go out of your life like he did?”

“It was” she says her voice only but a whisper, her shoulders dropping in exasperation. You could see the relief in her eyes as she admitted that indeed it was.

“Loving him was the most exhausting and most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done. He was the most mundane man but he brought so much spontaneity to my life. He was the essence of excitement, like a revolving door you don’t exactly know which side it truly moves but somehow we would always make it to the other side.”  She took a deep breath as a smile crept onto her now relaxed face.

“That man,” she sighs

“That man was a walking library filled with my favourite word, freedom”