I hate to be the one at the waiting end. I hate that it feels you have transitioned easily… unlike me. I still dream of being at that airport, waiting for you. Or forgetting I even sent you there. How could you forget all that? How can I?
I’m having a bad day today. It’s not a big deal actually but things have not been going my way. I hate it. I’ve lost my bestfriend. I’m alone.