I'm not the type of person that cries. I won't lie, right now there isn't a stream of salty liquid rolling down my cheek, but I understand now. Inside I have tears on top of blushing cheeks. This feels odd... I'm writing this for everyone to see, but I don't care. I went out running today; my hands are actually still shaking because I just got back. It isn't the same without you when guys yell things from their car. There wasn't anyone to talk to with whatever breath I could spare and no one there to pace me. I've always needed you to pace me: on the course and in life. Maybe if I had you I wouldn't have ended up on top of the old captain of the XC team. Then again, that probably would have happened anyway, but at least I would have had the heart for vengence with you here
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