After ensuring I had showered and readied my tomorrow's outfit.I lie on my bed staring at nothing in particular. I go over our convo with Dave and a longing ache drifts towards him in my head. No doubt I miss him. But why didn't I stop him from going. I watched him leave and I did nothing. Was that what I really wanted? Why did it feel this way? Maybe I could learn to do on my own...maybe I should let time heal what reason cannot.Maybe somehow I would be over him. Maybe,just maybe...
