Spring - the season of temperature confusion, tulips and cherry blossoms, sneezing, and, apparently, of connecting with past lovers.

A text with T-shirt guy turned into a coffee where I got the real story. Unsurprisingly his disappearance had nothing to do with me, and more to do with an ex-love on another continent. And no my T-shirt still remains missing.

A couple of emails with my last heartbreak and I finally (after almost a year) feel good about our relationship. It was short, intense, and challenged me in a million ways all of which I’m grateful for. We also talk of having a catch-up coffee.

In January I promised myself to be more open and vulnerable and that includes being open to people from my past. People who have broken my heart. Because the thing about my heart is, it can break, it can heal, and it gets stronger each time.

So sure, you can buy me a latte.