I cried as I drove away from her house off the east coast shores and headed west toward my "Home". No. I didn't actually. But I wanted to. Bad. I wanted to For the 1600 mile drive. I wanted to 6 months after the fact. It was a heavy weight that stayed with me for a very long time. Making the choice of leaving your "One" behind. And ultimately forever.
I wish I could have done something more meaningful the night before besides just "Humping". What a disgusting good bye that must have been? What the fuck was I thinking? Where was my head on that one? Where the hell are my shoes?
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