I had a really wonderful long weekend with my family. It was great to get away.
*sigh*
I’m about to push things… It’s going to hurt, but I have to. I can’t live with even this smidge of hope Darth left me with. I won’t. I’m not a character in an Jane Austin book. This hope is terrible. I pine. I cry. I wish. I dream. I don’t want to wait for Godot.