As the family across the street happily packs up their van and heads out for the long weekend, I was here dreading the fact that we, too, will be heading out tomorrow morning.
I love trips. I love traveling. But not when certain things still fill up my mind.
I don't want to go to a place that we talked about. I don't want to do something that we never had the chance to do together. I don't want to have to pretend I'm fine when it's killing me inside.
Can I just be alone?
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