The best man

Chapter 3

I spent the last few days before the planning day cooking healthy meals, diving deep into my work as an editor, and reconnecting with my body through Pilates. Each session left me feeling empowered and rejuvenated, a welcome contrast to the emotional turbulence I had been navigating. It was nice, almost like rediscovering a long-lost friend.

As I checked my messages, I noticed a text from Shelly. She was asking how I was doing and expressed how much she missed me, hoping to see me soon. I missed her too, but I knew I needed this time for myself to reflect and heal. I wanted to be present when we reconnected, not just a shadow of my former self.

It was refreshing not to see anyone I knew for some reason; it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. For the past two days, I hadn't thought of anyone but myself, which was a liberating experience. I could wander through my thoughts without interruption, and for once, I could embrace the stillness of my surroundings.

For the first time, I truly enjoyed my own company. I spent my evenings experimenting in the kitchen, preparing colorful, nutritious meals that made me feel good inside and out. I would play music—old-school records that echoed the nostalgia of my youth—and lose myself in the rhythm. Each chop of the knife and sizzle in the pan became a meditative practice, grounding me in the present.

I found joy in little things: the warmth of the sun streaming through the window, the satisfaction of completing a workout, and the simple pleasure of curling up with a book that drew me in. I began to see this time as a precious gift rather than a burden. I was starting to redefine what happiness looked like for me, independent of my past with Conor.

With every passing moment, I felt a shift within myself. Perhaps this solitude was what I needed to build a stronger foundation for my future. I didn't want to rush back into social interactions or the wedding planning just yet; I wanted to ensure I was whole and ready.

In this newfound space of self-acceptance and reflection, I could finally breathe freely. I realized that I had the power to shape my life, to fill it with meaning and joy. I smiled to myself, savoring the taste of freedom, as I stirred the pot on the stove, ready to embrace whatever came next.