Saturday, September 17, 2011

The day The Coach left

It has been five weeks since The Coach left. It seems like he has been gone forever, not just five inconsequential weeks – 35 measly days. It seems like he just left. And sometimes, it seems like he is still here. But not most of the time. Most of the time, I’m acutely aware of how far away he is and how many time zones span between us and the seemingly endless number of days it will be until he’s home again.

The Coach left early on a Friday morning.

I saw him briefly that Thursday night before he left.

And it pretty much sucked as bad as I thought that it was going to suck. A lot. We both handled it the way that I expected that we would handle it. Stoically.

The night that we said goodbye was not a big, dramatic affair. I did not lie on the ground and sob uncontrollably while holding on tightly to his ankles. He did not punch a wall in a display of the deep, deep emotions that could not express.

It was quiet. It was sad. Neither of us said much, really, other than what we both already knew: that we would miss each other.


aahager said...

I did the match thing a few times with nothing good coming out of it. The last time I did it though I found a great amazing guy and we are now living together! Don't get frustrated at first, I know I did. There are some good ones!

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