This whole thing, the silence, the vibe, the conversation, the slow walk after dinner, everything, is making me fucking sad.
This could be my last visit to them. I will really miss them.
I always know that my choice will make me left something behind, that I am giving something up on purposely. Not until this trip, what I was trying to left behind hit straight into my face, and all that I can do is accepted the reality and cry.
This is pathetic. And extremely sad.