morning in the not to distant past

"that morning i wept.
i wept because i loved the streets that took me away from him
and would lead me back to him.
i wept because the process by which i had become a woman was painful.
i wept because from now on i would weep less.
i wept because i had lost my pain
and i was not yet accustomed to it's absence..."
- anais nin on henry miller