I took down everything that reminds me of you and put it away in a box, tucking it out of sight and out of mind. It really hurt me to do it, and I guess that’s what it feels like to be without you completely now?
I’m not seeing your smiling face in that photo of us from three years ago where you were sick and stuck your tongue out, or that gorgeous black and white photo from last summer when you decided you were anti-shirts. I think the one where G broke the lamp made me the most sad to take down, but you were in the picture so it had to go.
I get to see you in three weeks, and it’s killing me to put you out of sight and out of mind until then, but it’s killing me more to keep this going. I know things will change one way or the other when I see you face to face again, but until then, this is what I need to do.
I just want to pull you aside and make you talk about things, but I know deep down I’m not going to get the chance.
Instead, it’ll be a polite hello, a hug, a happy to see me, something light and casual and surface. We’ll have a good time with our friends, get to hear some good old rock n roll together, and celebrate some birthdays and engagements.
I shouldn’t get my hopes up.
(via emptycupboard)
