She texted me a picture from the JFK airport, letting me know she’d landed safely. Seeing the name Junebug pop up on my cell phone screen felt like a sucker punch to the gut, but I was grateful for the communication. I hope it continues. I hope she calls me, texts me, video chats me. I hope she shares her life with me because mine is numb and uninspiring without her in it. Which only confirms the fact that this was for the best. Who am I without her?
