Saturday, November 11, 2006
For Everything Orange
"Are those all your bags?"
"Do you have cash to pay my ticket?"
"Are you just going to leave like that?"
"It's too hard"
"Yes, I know it is"
And then he held me, and thanked me, again i find myself being thanked...
"thank you for loving me, for all the precious moments, for helping me.... thank you for your love..."
I had no words, and i sobbed like a child.
"you picked a sailor"
and i smiled, and said i knew and didn't regret it, the scary part is that i meant that.
I told him i loved him and then i left, and i've been crying ever since.
Damn this stupid life that makes you pay for all the good times and doesn't let you get away with mistakes.