My girl should’ve been here tomorrow. It’s a month since I last saw her and when I see her next, I don’t know how it’ll be.
I want to wail and curl up in a ball, but I can’t. Four days of that last week earned me a migraine and a serious amount of confused side-eyeing from my boy. I’ve explained things to him a bit now so he kinda gets it, but he doesn’t really get it.
Tomorrow, we were supposed to see Elbow together. We were supposed to hold each other and kiss through Starlings and Mirrorball. Instead, I doubt she’ll even have the mental space to remember she was due to be here and I don’t know if we’ll ever do that again.
I know I was lucky to have what I had while I had it, but right now I wish I never had so I wouldn’t hurt so bad for what I’ve lost.