THIRTY-FOUR
LeoYeah, turns out, I can be a noble, decent human being for about a day. Twenty-four hours hits, and I’m ready to sell my soul to have her back. I meant what I told Alma yesterday. I hadn’t planned on going after her. I knew she didn’t want to get back together. I’d told myself that I was strong enough—selfless enough—to leave her be. Apparently, I’m not.
Last night, I slept better than I had in years. I needed to fall asleep with Alma in my arms. Her scent still on the sheets was the wake-up call I needed.
When I finally woke, she was gone but had left me a note, telling me once again that she was proud of me. While that’s all well and good and I appreciate the sentiment, there was no mention of immediate future plans. No I’ll see you tonight, and that’s not going to fly.
