I don't want to always be single. But for some reason (
I am a little picky), that's how it's been for the last 2 years. I've had little affairs, but nothing more. Even if I was still in Spain, I can't say if I would be with Tona or not. I might, but then again, we only knew each other for 3 months. And out of those 3 months, I spent about 8 days with him.
It felt like so much longer. The words,
I love you, were on the tip of my tongue by the end. But, of course, I remained silent.
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My hand. Cadaques, Spain. |
Maybe I should have said something, but honestly, I think it would have made departing even harder.
I have to be realistic. I'm here and I have to make the best of things now. Even if I do want to live in Spain one day.
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Me. Salvador Dali Museum. Figueres, Spain. |
I'm sure one day, all the stars will align.
One fucking day. Until then, I've made plans to move to Ft. Worth. I'll be living with my Tia. I'm looking forward to getting my shit together and getting setup to teach. Yep, teaching. When I subbed for the first time this year, I walked onto campus, and my first thought was, " I should have my own class, I should be doing this for real."
Hopefully that will work out and hopefully Texas will be nice to me.