Life

I drove my then-boyfriend to the airport only a few days more than one year ago. Saying goodbye knowing it was "that kind of goodbye" forging ahead as though things were casual because he didn't. I've only seen him twice in the past year. Once for two hours for a surprise lunch. He flew home unexpectedly the day before I drove to Savannah. Once on a long weekend seven months ago.

Three months ago I told him we couldn't talk anymore. I promised not to contact him because he told me to. Kind of an eff'ed up promise if you ask me. I think about him everyday. But I won't contact him. Se la vie.