Chapter 50

• A week without hearing anything from Ian, at times I have the peace that I wanted so much, and at other times, curiosity eats away at me to know something about him, anything. Then I reflect and mentally slap myself.
• One thing is certain, I have rested from his presence, from his intensity. It is clear that together we created something wonderful, but we are also explosive and impulsive. This week I have meditated on it, it is evident that for Ian everything is black or white, he doesn't see the nuances or shades of gray. That was so exhausting. Do I miss him? Yes, I do every damn moment of my day.
• I even downloaded an app to learn English better. My English is basic, I sing as best as I can in the shower and sometimes understand the lyrics of songs. Despite that, this week I have indulged in misery by singing songs by Carla Morrison, Mon Laferte, and Natalia Lafourcade.