This is not my proudest moment. I am at the airport, it's nearly midnight, and I am not even sure that he is on this flight. Waiting for the last flight coming in from San Antonio. I'm assuming that he was actually in SA. Assuming he is not already home, safe and warm in his bed. For all I know, he quit and moved away or is coming in on a later flight.
This is ridiculous. Yet, here I sit, as though my shoes were full of lead. My eyes transfixed on Gate I, hoping he will walk down the corridor...And for what, a man who definitely doesn't love me and never wanted to marry me.
I am better than this. Maybe I should leave now. He never has to know I was even here. If he is on this flight, it gets here in ten minutes.
To be continued...
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