Happy After All

by Maisey Yates

I’m closer and closer every day to being fully restored. But he’s too broken for me to manage.

He looks at me like I’m strange, but also wonderful, and I feel like that glance is one of the nicest compliments I’ve ever been given.

I think that maybe I didn’t know love until he looked at me.

I don’t have to get over the pain. It’s there. It’s part of everything. It’s part of love, it’s part of life. It’s part of being happy. When I look at the faces of all my darling old ladies, I see the lines. From happiness, from anger, from sadness. It’s all there, and it’s all part of them. We don’t get out of life without it.”