I remember the day I left for Basic Training. I was ready. I was excited. I was looking forward to my new life. And somewhere in the air over the vast expanse of desert, I started crying. I don’t remember what I was wearing that day. I don’t remember what state we were flying over, or even what airline. I do remember the man in the suit sitting next to me. He never said a word, just quietly handed me a package of tissue. And I felt like it was okay to cry.
And I think back to this day now. I think back to the life I started that day. So much of this world has been beautiful. Even the pain. So much of it has taught me, helped me to grow. And for the longest time I was thankful. I never imagined a pain that would make me want to quit.
I feel so trapped today. There are so many expectations. My anger feels unacceptable. Unaccepted. Everyone wants me to be okay. I will never be okay.
I’m sitting on a plane now, a mirror of that flight to Basic. I’m older, and different. I’m jaded. I’m sad. And I’m so thankful for the empty seat next to me, because sometimes I’m still ashamed to cry. Even when I need it. As much as I need you.
I promised you I’d be okay. I’m really really trying. But sometimes I realize I didn’t know what I was promising. You are missing in the enormity of forever. And I am forever without you.
I am lost and I am lonely
And this pain feels neverending
And this new life feels broken
And somehow I keep going.
I love you
