Where's summer B

Breaking up is hard to do.

I miss it. Her voice, the random emails and txts at 4 a.m. Knowing that at some point she would just be able to be there. The familiarity. I even miss her dogs. But what I miss is the memories. They come back in waves but fade...

How her purse spilled everywhere out of the cab

The ride to the airport.

Meeting because I supposedly had power (thanks J).

A night in a crappy hotel.

Talking about her travels and my misadventures.

Her getting roofied (actually not a good time...)

Her telling me it will work out.

Me being an ass.

The final phone call. And how calm I took it.

And then I lose my shit.

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At some point I should explain but now is not the time. My mInd is circling around the xx-in the Badlands and the x- dropping her purse. That was a good night.