October 2010
1 post
What does he think? I’ve been sitting here, with bated breath, anxiously waiting for his call? As far as endings go, ours was not tragic. There was no shouting and no tears. It was anti-climatic. You drove me to the airport. We hugged and kissed goodbye. As I walked toward the sliding automatic doors, I willed myself not to turn around and steal one last glance. Me being me, and my...