The last few days have been the most welcomed and also confusing. Toes in sand, drink in hand. Extending framily, … indefinitely. No, that’s not it. As I sit here in the airport, headed back “home”, with tears brimming my eyes and my words failing me, I can’t place my finger on the how/why I had been wounded.
Then this played through my headphones:
“I thought that I didn’t care, I thought I was love impaired, but baby, I don’t know what Im gon’ do….. I’m crying Cuz I Love You”
Well, damn. There it is.