why can’t my life be like a romantic comedy?
Why pour out nearly your entire self with someone for 2 months and then have an awkward unfulfilling goodbye at the airport?
Even when I watched the back of his head as he walked away, my heart hoped he would turn back around. I hoped he would break down, too.
Even when I was well into the parking garage, I hoped to hear his voice yelling for me across the street.
I even hoped some kicking of security guards or tossing of papers would be involved. Instead, his silence told me everything I needed to know.
Stupid real life.
