My best friend, the DJ, flies into the Bay Area tonight. Thank goodness. While I’ll admit I shed tears over a jerk’s ill treatment of me Monday night, I haven’t really had a good cry in weeks. But now, I could burst into sobs any second.
Soldier’s disappeared. So many thoughts running through my mind. Me dices que tenga fe en ti, que crees en mi, que tengo tu apoyo. Pero a veces, tengo mucho miedo. I’ve given him so much power over my heart. How easily he could crumble it into sand and ashes. In 15 days, I’ll brave the hours, the heat, and my own anxiety to walk onto his turf, to take a huge risk.
And now the tears.