I Almost LeftTwo summers ago, depressed as hell and hurting, I had a bag packed with essentials and a plan. The flight was leaving in three hours and would take me to a new city where I'd stay with a friend until I could find my own place, switch jobs and feel liberated and new again.
But, I thought about her...being alone, left and abandoned. And, I couldn't put my feelings ahead of her. That's not how I wanted to leave and didn't want to feel like a coward, running away like a little boy.
But, I know that life is still there and there are other flights.