I read this a while ago and it stayed with me, so I dug it out of my pile of saved internet readings and decided to share it.
I accidentally saw a picture of you and it reminded me that I was dating a man rightfully shaking his fist at God, while trying to hold my hand with the other. I was reminded of how fiercely we tried to hold our relationship together, and how devastated and relieved we were in its destruction. There’s water under that bridge.
I accidentally saw a picture of you. No big deal. I wrote about it.
(Source: I Accidentally Saw a Picture of You)
There is beauty in vulnerability, even from someone I’ll never meet.