My conversation with Roman continues to run through my head as I pack my clothes in my black carry on luggage bag. I don't know what I want in life. How am I supposed to decided what to do? Roman is willing to make long distance work if I choose not to go with him. Long distance never works. Late night calls and constant texting can't replace the feeling of snuggling close with the person you love. If he lives in another state, I can't just see him whenever I want. Moving in with him seems so sudden. We just met and fell in love. Would we be rushing it? Rushing things could be bad. I toss a few tank tops in my suitcase as someone knocks on the door.
An older version of myself walks in. Maybe I just assume someday I will look like her. Many of our features are similar. My mom then asks,
