Today was one of the worst days ever. Tomorrow will probably be worse.
In the middle of it all, Den was there. Just as a friend, but she was there. And she didn’t have to be.
The Baby wanted to be there with me. She was upset that she couldn’t hold my hand and tell me that everything would be ok. She told me to be patient with her, that she would feel blessed to have me in her life. She told me she would do whatever she could to improve my situation. I think I might be falling in love. She wants me to move to wherever her duty station will be. I told her if our time we spend in November goes well, then I’d move. I don’t have anything holding me here, so around January or February of next year, I could be in another state. There is something about The Baby that makes me feel so secure. She’s beautiful in an androgynous type of way. She gets hit on constantly, by males and females, but she says she’s taken. By me.
I believe that I’m also taken. By her.
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Holy shit! I’m speechless! But how could you think you could live anywhere but Atlanta? You’d be miserable!
Shit, I got so disturbed by the thought of you leaving the A that I forgot to even ask what the fuck’s going on? You were upset about what????
There isn’t anything to keep me here in Atlanta. I love the city and I can’t say I’d never be back, but I’m not sure this is the right place for me to be right now.