But realistically, I needed more time. After my first night at Pandora’s I realized that. It wasn’t just about Pandora’s neither. I needed more time for me in general. More time away... more time to just be. I was drowning. Suffocating here. Suffering. But because I knew I was ways away from longer ‘staycations’ I settled and looked forward to my biweekly trips to Pandoras. However, after last night I wasn’t sure about going back. I was afraid that if I did, and I saw him again I’d slip further away from reality and into that fantasy and I couldn’t do that.
