josephene

All was well...going about my day. Found many, many happy aspects to smile about.

Came home...and there was a knock at the door. It was the postlady, bringing me a package. A gift? I didn't remember ordering anything. She had said they tried to deliver it a week ago Saturday, but no one was home. I wasn't home...I was headed to Seattle.

I looked at the name on the label.

I lost my breath...

It was addressed to Stacey.

One of the many packages she had sent here in preparation to her move. I sat on my living room floor and ripped open the box. DVD's. 7 of them. I flipped through the titles, slowly, then more quickly. Conversations flooded over me...remembering moments, shared moments. The dam of emotions broke free.

I curled on the floor and cried. Sobbed...begging for a release from this pain that was suffocating me. The DVD's laid across the floor as I made my way to my bedroom. Into my nightstand...I found my resolve. I stared at it. Slid into bed. Pulling back the covers and slipping inside. Unsure why I was cold.

I laid in calm...at peace, however rational enough to realize how fucked up the situation was. I began dialing...number after number...ringing and ringing...no one was picking up. Finally, there was a voice. Words spurted out of me...I told her I needed her to come over...now. Regardless of our current status, I knew she would be here.

And she was. She left with little discussion, and with my resolve in a duffel bag.

This was Tuesday.