We were driving around and it had been such a long time since I’d driven that every stop and crazy turn was making me sick. I didn’t get car sick too often or too easily back home. But since I’ve been here it’s as if any second my feet aren’t touching the ground my stomach goes whirling. It didn’t help that he was never the smoothest driver. So we drove for a bit longer before I couldn’t keep quiet anymore.
As we parted ways, tired and a bit sick, I thought about how anticlimactic it is to leave someone. A hug. A few words. And then they’re gone. The world remains the same. It doesn’t even feel as if it will be forever until you meet again.
If this year has taught me anything it is that leaving is much easier than anticipated. It’s the staying away that gets hard. It’s time moving forward that really hurts. But the action itself is nothing. So quick and simple.
So we left and I had my feet on the ground again and the world had stopped spinning. Just as quickly as he had come into my life he was gone. Nothing left but a few good memories, this sickness in my stomach, and the promise to keep in touch.