I run.
Not always, but when faced with something I can't handle, I run from it.
If I don't know how to react, I run. If I can't run, I hide.
I ran last October. And I'm running now.
I'm going to Houston. I'm running to my dear sister, Elizabeth, who has been through more than I can ever imagine.
I still love him. I want him back in my life. I miss him every hour of every day. Maybe more than that. I keep going to my phone to text him, or send him a photo of something, then I remind myself I can't. I look at the clock and wonder what he's doing. If he's missing me.
I see him everywhere. He's been such a part of my life, everything screams his name. Except not really screams, just whispers constantly, so it's almost like screaming.
I don't want to get over him. I want him to come back. Which is why I'm running.
Let's see...I am trying to count how many trips of mine have been spurred by bad relationships. I can get two Arizonas, three St. Georges, two Europes, one New York....I bet there are more if I thought about it. (o:
ReplyDeleteSometimes you just need to step back from the situation. Of course, the way I like to do it usually involves a plane.