It's just that...I don't know what to feel.
Tonight on the way home the thoughts that I have I have been trying to block out for the past few days came at me hard. The news of Alex didn't get to me right away, but it's been gnawing at the back of mind. Tonight my brain went into auto-pilot, and I lingered on some memories. Unfortunately, they were memories that involved him. I don't know how to feel about it all. But I guess you really aren't supposed to "know." It's not that we were the closest of friends or that we shared something no other human being has ever felt, but there are things that happened between us. Things that I don't want to remember, but at the same time I can't help but pondering on.
When I came to the end of highway 76 I was so tempted to take the road towards Birmingham. I even looked at my hair, and reached over to feel if my make-up bag was still in the seat. I then gathered myself together, and realized how stupid I was. It was a fleeting impulse that I may have acted on had Jess answered her phone, or if he and I had a real conversation more recently. It was 11:12, there was no point in it.
I don't care to divulge the details of the whole ordeal, it's not my place. But if there is one person in this world that was supposed to be something great, it was him. Hopefully he still has that chance.
When I came to the end of highway 76 I was so tempted to take the road towards Birmingham. I even looked at my hair, and reached over to feel if my make-up bag was still in the seat. I then gathered myself together, and realized how stupid I was. It was a fleeting impulse that I may have acted on had Jess answered her phone, or if he and I had a real conversation more recently. It was 11:12, there was no point in it.
I don't care to divulge the details of the whole ordeal, it's not my place. But if there is one person in this world that was supposed to be something great, it was him. Hopefully he still has that chance.