He asked...and I said, "YES!"
April 6, 2013 We both woke up early for A 's flight to Japan , around 8am. It was a little dark, rainy and cold. The weather reflected how I felt on the inside at his rapidly impending departure. I didn't let it show though, because I didn't want him to feel guilty. I wanted him to enjoy his vacation and not dwell on his codependent girlfriend at home. Neither of us had a clue that the day would be so wonderful! ...and it was! So after packing and showering and shaving and having breakfast and saying goodbye to me, for the millionth time (and me tearing up like a fool) A left our apartment--umbrella in one hand, suitcase trailing behind him. About half and hour later, A calls me with sheer panic in his voice. "I am going to miss my flight I can't get a bus to the airport until 11am," he says. I envision him sitting in the bus station, all alone, freaking out. I wished I was there to tell him it'll be alright. I did my best to console him over the ...