There is a storm rolling in, the waves are getting bigger and bigger, the guys on the radio tell you about the storm surge that's going to happen with the wind and the waves this evening, but right now the sun is still out, and it's still warm out.
I haven't had the time to really process things yet. Still riding so high on the adrenaline of being back. The return to kickboxing/strength training daily regime. I'm not working currently so I've been spending alot of time with the family, which is nice. And alot of time sleeping. My sleep patterns have been off kilter for awhile, and the driving through the night on Saturday didn't help. I think Daylight Savings is on Sunday which will throw a whole other loop at me. :)
I found out last week that Ayyoub is not coming back to my beach. I feel like I haven't been sad about it yet. Maybe it's because when I first met him I heard the song "The one that got away" on the radio, and it seemed to be prophetic at the time. I knew there was no way this could actually go anywhere. I hoped I was wrong. Then back in Ohio after I found out Ayyoub's best friend wasn't coming back, I woke up one morning just knowing he wasn't coming back. Feeling like I should go visit him, but I didn't. I haven't. I want to. The question is though, if it's meant to be, should I have to fight so hard? I just don't know.
Spring is coming, and this makes me happy.
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