The moment is gone now. I just smile at him and say, "Don't worry about it. I'll tell you another time." "I'm… — Dustin Thao
The moment is gone now. I just smile at him and say, "Don't worry about it. I'll tell you another time." "I'm really sorry about this. I'll text you when I get home, okay?" "You're not coming back?" Sam frowns. "Probably not. Julie's over an hour away, and I still need to drop her off." "That really sucks." "I know. We'll hang out this weekend though. I promise."
As we hug goodbye, I get this strange feeling in my chest. I don't know how to explain it. But it makes me want to hold on to him a little longer. The feeling stays with me as I watch him walk away. I didn't know that would be the last time I saw him. That there wouldn't be a later for us. That I would wait up all night for a text that was never coming. That I lost him. And I didn't even know it.
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