I didn’t expect her at all. Or maybe I did but was not able to admit it, who knows. The thing is that Miss D. came to visit, long time no see, I thought. This time she came with a lot of luggage, she invaded my space, my soul: I was there, all tears, being crawled upon her. All the past sat around me, all that trunk filled with the issues I haven’t solved. I cried and I cried and I cried. My stomach a knot made by the long lost girl-scout I never was.
Miss D. was here but she did not find me alone, I had good company, I had good warming love to help go through her… go through me because, after all Miss D. is me, it’s a part of me. She/I comes and goes, sometimes she is nice and gives me two solid years of tranquility before she comes back.
Is she leaving soon? I certainly hope so.