The count down is on. I know I pretend to play a good game but the reality is that not speaking to him for 6 months freaks me out. My belly is all twisted up. I feel like I can't breath. I feel like I will not be able to breath for 6 months.
The reality is, only a hand full of people will intimately feel his the depth if his departure. Most will think about him from time to time. Most will move on with their lives. After all it is only 6 months in the grand scheme of life.
And then there are people like me who feel like a piece if them will die when he gets on that plane. People like me who will think about him everyday and wish they could only have one more day with him. If only to look at him.
My belly is all twisted up and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I am good at pretending but this is one reality that I can not seem to run away from.
The count down is on. How many days until I stop breathing?
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