just writing this brought tears to my eyes.
I'm currently waiting for Alex to come and pick me up.
Then we are celebrating Christmas with his family.
...and then bringing him to the airport so he can fly back home.
Home being 1500 miles away from here.
Can you say... bittersweet?
"Nothing BAD ever happened between us. That's why it's so hard to accept. He never hit me, he didn't ever like, ignore me, or refuse to hang out with me... he just... grew up." Which is what it comes down to. Ya.. things were said. But let's not forget that things were said from BOTH sides.
My parents are currently not talking to me.
Maybe because I'm the reason they're super sleep deprived right now. Because we were up until one in the morning arguing about whether or not they would let me go see Alex. And it came down to this morning and my dad saying "You want to grow up and make your mistakes, ok. Because I know the hardest part of making a decision... is being able to make the decision. Whether you should or shouldn't. That's the worst." Ya, no doubt about that.
So now my Dad is off to work. And my mom walked through the room I'm in like, ten times in the last twenty minutes and doesn't acknowledge I'm alive. Since when is my Dad the softie? Ha. Righttt.
So here I am. Knowing full well that I am going to go. Have a great day that will be overshadowed by knowing Alex has to go to the airport at the end of it. I'm going to ignore that fact and just enjoy my day. And then I am going to come home and be very upset and listen to my playlist entitled Summer with Punkin with all the songs that I can't help but smile when I hear because I can picture us on the way to the beach with him dancing in his truck. Or the best day ever when he wouldn't let me sleep. And anytime I put my head on his center console, he would dance and accidentally nail me in the head.
"It's a bittersweet, symphony...this life."
Then we are celebrating Christmas with his family.
...and then bringing him to the airport so he can fly back home.
Home being 1500 miles away from here.
Can you say... bittersweet?
"Nothing BAD ever happened between us. That's why it's so hard to accept. He never hit me, he didn't ever like, ignore me, or refuse to hang out with me... he just... grew up." Which is what it comes down to. Ya.. things were said. But let's not forget that things were said from BOTH sides.
My parents are currently not talking to me.
Maybe because I'm the reason they're super sleep deprived right now. Because we were up until one in the morning arguing about whether or not they would let me go see Alex. And it came down to this morning and my dad saying "You want to grow up and make your mistakes, ok. Because I know the hardest part of making a decision... is being able to make the decision. Whether you should or shouldn't. That's the worst." Ya, no doubt about that.
So now my Dad is off to work. And my mom walked through the room I'm in like, ten times in the last twenty minutes and doesn't acknowledge I'm alive. Since when is my Dad the softie? Ha. Righttt.
So here I am. Knowing full well that I am going to go. Have a great day that will be overshadowed by knowing Alex has to go to the airport at the end of it. I'm going to ignore that fact and just enjoy my day. And then I am going to come home and be very upset and listen to my playlist entitled Summer with Punkin with all the songs that I can't help but smile when I hear because I can picture us on the way to the beach with him dancing in his truck. Or the best day ever when he wouldn't let me sleep. And anytime I put my head on his center console, he would dance and accidentally nail me in the head.
"It's a bittersweet, symphony...this life."