She asked me if I'm sad.
I looked at her and smiled.

"I'm not sad", I answered.

I'm not sad that we broke up. I am not even sad that I am single or that I do not entertain any potential lover. I am not sad about living alone in this temporary house. I am not sad that I eat dinner all by myself. Or even if I struggle to cook my food. Or to do my laundry. It motivates me to be better. To...