another breakup. again.
at the conversation denouement, the bf said "why is it always something about resistance? with you?"
did not get him at the coffee shop.
in the train, amidst the crush of the Friday commute and the debris of this dismantling, i thought maybe, resistance, roughing it up is my inartful way of appreciating the extravagance of a thing that pops up in my universe so few and far between.