For awhile, you’ll be the last thing I think about before I fall asleep and the first thing on my mind in the morning. I’ll remember how many days it’s been since I’ve last seen you and it will hurt more every day.
I’ll dream about you once in a while until I don’t think I can stand waking up missing you anymore, because it feels like I’ve lost you all over again.
But eventually, when our paths cross again and you smile exactly like you used to and ask me how I’ve been, my heart will speed up and I’ll struggle for words.
And for a few days after, I’ll wonder why things couldn’t have been different.
But in that moment, I’ll just smile back and say that it’s nice to see you again.
You’ll say it too, and I won’t know if you mean it or if you were just being polite, but it’s a five minutes conversation and I won’t dwell on it too much.
I did enough dwelling on you already.
Wow, ManChildTrump took a real beatin’ in the first debate! He was flailing (not to mention sniffling) the entire time. He was (as usual) incapable of forming complete sentences, failed to actually answer the question asked, continually interrupted Hillary Clinton, and denied saying things when the truth is easily found on the Internet.