And I feel incredible.
I'm all out of love, specifically, I am out of crushes, sweethearts and objects for my affection. For the first time in a long long time I awoke without thought nor fantasy for a man.
I'm not in love, lust or anything...
A clean slate!
Is this officially the first time I have allowed my heart to actually heal?! No fucking way... Call me 30-without-baggage! (Actually let's not curse it just yet...)