I woke up excited he was gone. Done. Now, I could move on.
Except that I texted him “You still coming down?” on Wednesday morning because he had mentioned it the night before. He texted me that he would really like to see me. He was coming down to visit a friend and wondered if we could have dinner. Part of me was dreading it, that this would be his chance to say his last words. Tell me how awesome I was, how happy I made him, so he could leave without any burden on him.
I wanted him to want me. Wanted him to want me back, but I had last words too. I wanted to tell him that I loved him too, even if we couldn’t be together.
And so I waited.