I remember the last day we were together. I was glad the rain had finally let up because I was anxious to leave. I waited for him by the door with my bags in hand, I knew he’d want to say goodbye.
When are you coming back?
I don’t know.
He hugged me awhile while we stood on the porch, but I didn’t hug back.
Do you love me?
I couldn’t bring myself to lie to him again.
You said you loved me up there.
I still said nothing, just looked down.
Go. Just go.
And so I went. Loading my things into the car I took a mental inventory making sure I had everything. I knew I would not be returning. This detour in my life was now over. And as I made the long journey home great relief came over me. I was on the road back to where I needed to be.
