Night One
I see you everywhere. In the TOMS shoes someone was wearing at mass earlier, in the random songs that come up on my iPod, in the emptiness of my neck without your necklace. I know I told you not to talk to me in any way, but I still find myself periodically checking my phone for a text from you. I’m scared to go to sleep tonight because I’m scared of what those few minutes of thinking before sleeping are gonna bring.
We’re on another break, one that I asked for. We’ve taken breaks before, but this one feels more real, more present. And I have so many things to do for school, but I can’t bring myself to do them because you’re all that’s filling my mind. It’s bad, I know, but it’s inevitable and I’m not gonna try to stop the onslaught of thoughts about you. This break isn’t gonna end the way the other ones did. It’s not gonna end tomorrow. I asked you to give me until the end of March, and though I know how this is gonna end, I’m gonna persevere through the next 25 days. It’s painful. I can feel the hole I’ve drilled into my chest, right through my heart. But I need this, we need this. If I didn’t take this chance to cool off from us now, I’d always be left wondering what would’ve happened if I had.
If this first day is any sign at all, the next 25 days is gonna be hard. But we need this. It’s unfair of me to ask this of you, but please wait for me, please don’t go away. Like I told you earlier, I love you still. (And I always will.)
