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
10 years ago
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