One year ago

One year ago I invested in a road bike with my then sweet adorable man. I wrecked pretty bad. He was such a good help and really got me back on my feet. Bike. No. Just feet. I can't help but wonder what I was thinking. Wrecking. Loving. Trusting. Holy cow. One year. On to the next. It's hard for me to write forward when I keep flipping back the pages in the book to see if the story has changed. Even though I know it's in permanent ink. Published. Sold everywhere. Read. No changes. Just need to start another damn book.