It’s interesting how a feeling of elation can turn into a rock that sits in your stomach and wants to make you cry in less than a day.
Two nights ago I fell asleep in Patrick’s arms, and even though nothing sexual happened between us, except for kissing so much that my lips are still a little bit swollen, it was by far one of the best nights of my life. For a few hours I actually felt safe and comfortable, not as if the universe would pull the rug from under my feet and leave me with nothing. Yet… Here I am, rug pulled from right under my feet, leaving me with nothing.
It’s as if someone turned the volume of the world down around me as I walk out of the door with the very last box in my hand, the rain falling lightly outside, and my mom still crying like she has for the past few hours, on and off. It’s like I don’t register. Not hearing a word of the mumbles coming from her or the wails from Chloe as we lock the motel door behind us for the last time and head for the car.