I just need to get my head around this.
It’s all happening so fast.
We’ve agree to be long distance until I figure out the paperwork.
I meet with my lawyer to discuss finding a buyer.
He once asked me to promise that I’d choose myself, no matter what.
But now he’s asking me to freefall without a safety net.
As we share one final kiss, something in my gut tells me to savour it.
To hold Olsen a little longer before he walks away.
???
Home feels hollow without him.
I can’t handle being in our bed alone.
The couch reminds me of him too.
Every inch of every room mirrors some memory or conversation we’ve had.
Whenever I pull into our driveway I feel sick with dread.
I spend every possible moment at the lake.
Video calls make it worse.
Hearing his voice, seeing his face.
Knowing how far apart we are.
16,550 kilometres to be precise.
It kills me, the way Olsen just packed his bags and left, without hesitation.
Did our life mean nothing to him?
Was he unhappy here?
Does he crave something more?
Something more soon comes by the name of Josiah.
The longer we spend apart, the more inevitable it seems.
Is it really a surprise that he would catch the eye of a flirty handsome Brit?
The only surprise is that he chooses Josiah as his forever.
???
I spiral deep.
Beth has never seen me dip this low.
