The first time i came to this bar was on my 21st birthday. And now, a few days after my 31st, I find myself trying to capture whatever this fleeting moment holds- I never expected to be single again. Especially at this age, months before my wedding date. Two weeks ago, my fiancé called off our engagement. I was blind sided. Our 10 year relationship, gone with a few words. My therapist told me not to try to be inspiring. That my ability to romanticize is a gift, but also it’s acceptable to just sit in the pain. My heart has never hurt like this. I am not sure where I will end up. Maybe I will stay in LA. Or maybe ditch my ever present sunshine for New York City. But piece by piece. I will rebuild my life.