I'm feeling inexplicably sad this afternoon. Possibly because I went swimming this morning, and something about swimming in the mornings makes me sensitive & quiet the rest of the day. Anyways, by the time I found out that a girl I don't even know is a getting a divorce, I wanted to go some where and cry for her.
Not for the divorce part. Not for the part where now she will be able to discover herself without the heavy weight of someone who cannot love her, but for the time before—where she chose to go through with it—hoping.