Handwritten Journal
Thanksgiving Day 2013 (Part Two).
Mine was spent with the family of a coworker and future friend. The company was great. The food was delicious. I discovered sweet potato casserole was more like a dessert than anything else. And I called home (from which I hinged all my happiness of the day from).
The more I wrote about how good everyone was, the more I refused to admit how good everyone was not.
My tradition of sending holiday wishes to everyone on my contacts list included a number long deleted: Ophelia’s. After days of resisting, I caved on Thanksgiving Day. It resulted in the longest conversation since our breakup. I got to hear her voice and sweet laugh. I got to see pictures of the most modern her.
I got to relive the best part of my life up to that point.
The more I wrote about how I was over her and had no expectations, the more I refused to admit how I was not over her and carried
