bixbygrendel

I dropped Tara (my dyke) off at the bus depot today just before 8. I didn't want to let her go. I didn't feel sad. But I know I will. I know I miss her already. I don't often admit to missing someone. But I miss her. I'm allowed to. And she doesn't belong there. In Kirkland Lake. Not at all. Why? Cuz she's my dyke dammit. Not theirs. They can damn well find there own! There isn't anyone out there like her. I don't want to admit it. But I need her. She's the best damn dyke anyone can ever hope to even see walking down the street. And she's mine. MINE!

I hugger her. Told her not to come back... unless she's staying. Cuz I can't do this again. Yeah. I'm a big softie. So what.

"Just take a breath and softly say goodbye."


Now I'm sad.

Are heroes allowed to cry?