My afternoon.
We left the house on a warm Texas Monday, and I felt elated.
We drove to Sonic to get cherry limeades (drinks were half price), and I felt great.
We listened to Belle and Sebastian ("If She Wants Me"), and I felt cheerful.
We headed toward Houston, occasionally exchanging glances and smiling, and I felt fine.
We arrived at the airport (parking level 6 for terminal A), and I felt OK.
We sat in the terminal and watched people go by, and I wished we had more time.
We hugged, and I didn't want let her go.
She walked away to get to her gate, and I watched until I couldn't see her any more.
I made my way back to the car (parking level 6), and I was sad.
I unlocked the door, got inside, and I cried.
I miss her so much already. I didn't think I'd be this upset. I told her not to be sad because everything would be OK. But I've never been good at following my own advice.
We drove to Sonic to get cherry limeades (drinks were half price), and I felt great.
We listened to Belle and Sebastian ("If She Wants Me"), and I felt cheerful.
We headed toward Houston, occasionally exchanging glances and smiling, and I felt fine.
We arrived at the airport (parking level 6 for terminal A), and I felt OK.
We sat in the terminal and watched people go by, and I wished we had more time.
We hugged, and I didn't want let her go.
She walked away to get to her gate, and I watched until I couldn't see her any more.
I made my way back to the car (parking level 6), and I was sad.
I unlocked the door, got inside, and I cried.
I miss her so much already. I didn't think I'd be this upset. I told her not to be sad because everything would be OK. But I've never been good at following my own advice.