By the end of the week, being sick aside, I was truly having a great time at OutDoor Lab. I thought I might have finally made it over the hump as far as being devastated with the whole Chad thing. Driving back into town cleared that right up. I won’t go into details (I don’t want to cry anymore today and I am completely exhausted), but everything hit me like a fresh wave all over again. I’d like to think this inability to comprehend and accept what has happened means that it simply isn’t right and that the reason I feel this way is due to the fact that we are supposed to be together. I know better. And, even if that were the case, I’ve been alive long enough to know that life doesn’t simply work out just because it’s supposed to.
Black Coffee Tables
1 year ago