I was so busy at work yesterday that I didn't have my cellphone with me and so missed her call. She left a message to say she is sick and so would not be able to see me today. She said she'd call again later to make sure I got the message.
Driving home from work I had that feeling.... that I'd missed something, it was like a slow stain spreading from my chest outwards towards the tips of my fingers, a heaviness I couldn't quite place. I checked my phone for the first time and there had been 4 missed calls. Well, she tried... But I let the anger surge, hiding the true disappointment inside.
The countdown begins again. One more week. How do I get through it?, my brain screams at me.
I couldn't eat when I got home. I couldn't watch TV. Stuff I look forward to at the end of everyday. But yesterday wasn't everyday. My mind was unable to focus. The storm overtook me, tossed me up and over and around like unrelenting waves. I was seasick and all I wanted to do was die. How much more of this can I take?