We kissed goodbye in the hum-drum of Terminal 1, the pale orange light resting on her face as she summoned her carry-on bag en route to be with family in Connecticut. There's no way to really prepare yourself when your spouse leaves. At least I don't think there is. You can cram extra time together beforehand, and we tried. You can try to keep in touch, and we did, writing short letters every day and retelling each other the reasons why we love each other. But nothing replace
I'm just trev.
I'm a 23-year old trying to make beauty out of life's raw stuff. I post stuff every Tuesday.