Under my skin still
The kids and I did something awesome today with one of my friends and a big group from her work. An outdoor adventure to a place that’s close to home but we’ve never been. It was great to get out, see new things, take great pictures, just explore. But the whole time I kept having these thoughts about sharing it with him. A beautiful vista with an awesome view and I’m thinking he would love this I need to bring him sometime, oh wait, never mind. I pick up a beautiful shell and think I need to send this to him, oh wait, never mind. All forking day.
He became a part of me. Loving him is part of who I am now. And it sucks. Day 20 with no communication. Never got a response to my thank you message. I posted pictures from the workshop including one of me with my amazing present and tagged him, a public thank you for contributing to the joy of the weekend, and still no contact.
I don’t know why I keep expecting to hear from him. I don’t think I would want him back anyways so why do I care?