When I was little, everytime my dad went off for a business trip I always had the hardest time saying bye. Even though I knew that he would get back in a few days, I would sit there on my steps with my mom and sister and just ball my eyes out as his taxi pulled away from the curb.
Now many years have passed and nothing has changed...
Today James left for his backpacking trip of Europe. He came over to my house around 12:00 and we made breakfast..or brunch rather, then chilled in my room. The countdown until 1:00 was unbearable. I knew I would see him in twelve days.. I knew everything would be fine.. and then the tears. Slow at first, but then as I walked him down the stairs to my door to say bye.. I lost it. Childish I know.. but I just completely let it come out. I felt bad cuz I was getting James' shirt wet. Part of me just wanted to shove him through the door ASAP so I could get over it.. but I didnt want him to leave. I'm so pathetic. oye vey.
Now what am I going to do for the next two weeks... Hmm...
Bianca
8:54 PM