This, I realize, is something I was missing. Sitting with women and asking them how they live. How they love. In spite of everything. Because of everything. I am in awe of the fierce strength in these women. It makes me see a strength in myself I haven’t seen before. It makes me see the real truth of what Elise and I were talking about earlier, that life is made up of pain and loss. That the happy endings happen between the unbearable. And we keep going, until we find more happiness. However it looks.
