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Vacation Memories (Part eight in a series) By: Mark Morgan on 1/10/2001; 8:46 PM Sunday, November 13th: How do you say goodbye? I'm completely bipolar. Goodbyes are either no big deal, or completely impossible. The journey to this vacation began with a goodbye that never happened. I never got to say goodbye to Enola. Three and a half months later, I no longer feel I need to in order to remain sane. But there was a long month where the lack of goodbye was pushing me under the waters. I was of little value to anyone, especially myself. The decision to take this vacation was my first stroke back to the shore. Did I come on this trip with expectations? I sure tried not to. Expectations are the mind-killer. On the other hand..I have had a crush of one sort or another on Aradia for a long time. There was always something: the other state thing. The Mark's not ready to date thing. The Mark has a girlfriend/fiance'/girlfriend again/fiance' again thing. Tried not to have expectations, but that doesn't mean I am in complete control of myself at all times. We are sitting in the airport waiting on my plane. I am finding goodbye an impossible thing to say. We talk about little things and big things and medium things. Time flows...slow, fast, slow, fast, I can't tell. The world is just two people and the sound of the intercom. A sound on the intercom takes me away from her. Happy, sad, serene, depressed; I am bubbling. One last hug. No PDAs! I'll miss you. I'll see you again as soon as I can. . . . . . . . . . . Goodbye.
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