My phone buzzes in my hand. I hate me for everything. For being in a relationship for the last four years. For feeling like I will never move. For being so physical I can’t stand long distance. I’m sorry I misread the situation. Do you hate me enough to ignore me the rest of the trip? No. I try to leave it at that, but I don’t. I slip further and text him again before he responds. I hate how much I like seeing your name on my phone screen again.
