Today was a good day. Not a “not sad” day or an “above average” day. Today was a good day.
I still woke up alone and went to bed alone. But I wasn’t lonely.
Today I had science, I had friends, I had flirting with strangers, I had my own mightiness.
Today, I also had to face some of M.’s fangirls. I was there, in his school, for hours and hours. I was riding a high from being with friends and being appreciated because I had volunteered to help. Some people stared daggers at me, people that I had called friends pretended I didn’t exist, some unknowing person asked me when M. was coming back from abroad. “Well, I don’t know, specially given that M. is currently staying with some other girl”. Yet, today was a good day.
For today, for an entire day, I deeply believed that everything will be okay. Tomorrow might be a day full of sorrow, who the heck knows? But today was a good day.