Today I miss his counsel. I wish I could call him, talk to him about what is happening with work – stuff that has nothing to do with our shared project. He gives good advice, and was a good listener. I’m sure he still is for those in his life.
I’m exhausted, so I’m feeling weepy. Even though life is very good right now. I’ve got a giant post to write about my divorce news. Good stuff. Things I would have loved to share with him too. It is times like these that missing him feels worse. I keep having to remind myself that I didn’t know him at all, really. Everything was just in my head; a fantasy. Silly Becca.
I’m in my car, in the parking lot at work, taking a moment before I need to dive back in. I’ve worked at least 12 hours a day all week, and as much as I love it, I need some rest.
Sometimes you just want someone to hold your hand.