Coming Home to Heartbreak
I didn’t end up writing in the journal after I got home that evening, or in the few days that followed, or at all for that matter, I didn’t know what to say after what went down that night. I still don’t understand what happened, why things had to be so final, or what the truth really is, all I know is things got a whole lot worse before they got anywhere near better. The Yarts bus arrived at the stop in Fresno where I’d depart at 7:05pm and I waited for David to pick me up in the IHOP parking lot. I was pacing around fighting back the tears as countless cars passed by, knowing that as soon as he arrived, there would be an outpour of emotion as he held me in his arms in that inevitable first embrace after not seeing each other for a few days. He pulled up about ten or fifteen minutes later, took my pack from me ...