Forget Part Two.
I have pages and pages of drafts of stories to tell you, explanations of why ultimately I decided to keep the man and leave the land. But none of it really matters. Maybe it should. But not now. Now when I read it, it holds me back. To the past, to the place, to the same and safe and known and often times things I’d rather never were.
So I’m moving on. I’m leaving that behind. Yes, just like that. And yes, I’m scared. But scared won’t stop me.