Of course - let's be honest - there are second thoughts in all this. Who gets "over" you so soon?
Hard to go from being so important to being an ant. In her eyes, in the eyes of all the people who at this moment happen to be around.
The fatigue that comes from waiting. While she collapses in sudden sleep, 10pm, in bed without warning, in the second bed without me.
Travelogue. I'll go to Times Square. Those are my people.