well, it was fun i suppose.
the getting ready was great. all that anticipation, the drama, the happiness. but the destination wasn't exactly fantastic. ohwells. i guess it's always like that with things. and throughout it all, even though i was on high gear, rushing about talking at top speed, spilling over with laughter, but i did feel that little twinge. and i wish you were there. i wish i could take photos knowing that you'll be poring over them later. wish i could be talking or at least msging you now as my hair dries. wish i could be anticipating the next time we meet, the new joys, the new process of excitement.
but all that is over. well and truly over. 2 hrs and all we did was exchange one glance. and even that was fraught with questions. how do we approach this? how do we dance this difficult tango on the edge of the cliff? do we just smile? or do we pretend nothing ever happened? while each word, each note, brings with it all its connotations and hidden meanings and memories; each one jostling with the other for space, in the crashing down with every split second. how do we handle this sensory overload?
and i still miss you.
it's good that you finally have your closure. even if it's two years late. but better late than never. and i sincerely hope that you will find the perfect ending to your story. because you deserve it.
and the earth lurches away from the sun
