Mar 16, 2013 23:44
It just hurts. Ya know? To the point of hurting physically. Short of breath. Chest aches. Heartbreak. Just lonely.
He can go out with his buddies and drink and be distracted.
I don't have that luxury. Unless I want to be at a bar by myself. And I know myself. And I know how dangerous that can be.
No, I'm not going to make him stay home and drown in my sadness. I'd rather be a short-term jerk so he'll leave, than make him stay in and ruin his whole night.
That's why sometimes it's easier to not talk to him, especially if it's for a short second. Those hurt the most because it's like, "Alright, well we're doing the opposite thing right now and just rubbing that in your face. I'm gonna go have a blast and go cray on St. Patty's night while you're stuck at home, alone."
Yeah. That's what it feels like. Even though I know that's not your intention.
So close, yet so far. Just trying to put some guards up tonight. It's painful enough.
What makes him a good best bud is that he called, even when I told him not to, and he offered to stay in.
What makes me a good best bud is that I told him not to, even though I secretly wanted him to.
All I needed was him to offer and that's how I know he's a true best bud. Not just someone who says "best bud".
sad face,
army doctor,
national guard,
texas,
san antonio,
missing him