Breakups are the worst. The crying, the heartbreak, the exchanging of sweatshirts and toothbrushes left behind in the aftermath.With the memories of your happier times as a couple burned into your brain, it is amazing that we continue to survive our breakups.Then you realize that once again, you are single: numero uno, riding solo, drumming to the beats of your one-man band.
In one of those happy and idyllic moments that can be tainted by neither time nor maturity, I remember her soft, heather-gray fur brushing against me as a gentle purr emitted from her throat. Her paws began doing what I like to call “num nums,” her toes flexing in and out to the beat of her soothing purring.
You read the advice from a fitness magazine and it recommends you to consume a small meal the size of your palm every two hours in order to boost your metabolism, regardless if you are hungry or not. Then the next Yahoo health article that pops up on your news feed tells you to eat your meals at a set time each day.
Every once in awhile, I develop a craving for steak and beer that can only be satisfied by a trip to the butcher and the liquor store. Being the considerate roommate that I am, my steak days tend to become steak days for the rest of my housemates. Normally, my bouts of carnivory are well met and the night is spent searing, eating and being lethargic in happiness.
We waved goodbye from the other side of the security checkpoint, looking at two faces framed in the doorway, at once so familiar and so strange. The grandmother stood across the long room with her son. The bright colors of her head wrap shone under the eerie flickering of the fluorescent lights at Minsk National Airport.
