I looked you in your eyes for the last time and saw that you didn’t remember me. Somewhere in between our gaze I could tell that you’d given up being a hoarder. I heard the crackling of a fireplace. The one I’ve decided to throw your existence away in. I saw us crash and burn a long time ago but somehow I convinced myself that I needed the rubble for my fireplace. I hoarded you too. I kept you around just in case. I was never a woman to believe in coincidences and that changed the moment we said goodbye. Ironic, I came to my senses and started receiving blessings after blessings. For some reason I feel a deep desire to connect to a higher power. I never considered the idea of being happy by myself. A wise woman once said “I’m not by myself, I’m with myself.” Whitney said that the greatest love of all is learning to love yourself. I know what it’s like to be loved.

An excerpt from “An Ode to the ‘Good Girl'” available in paperback or kindle (e-book)