I’m off to Italy tomorrow and I couldn’t be more excited. It’s really a dream come true for me. Words can not describe how blessed I am.
The intensity of the “I miss you” has formed so strongly into a large lump in my throat. Images of running across the highway overlaying the reality of my imprinted skin embracing the rough, stained carpet. Red marks covering my cheeks. I feel nothing but their eyes in my path, and even with my head facing the other way the physical ache is still there to remind me that not all eye contact is performed with two people blindly starring at each other.