I went to Chicago.
City excitement. Cold wind. Tea rooms and speakeasies. Family. A best friend. Getting lost in beautiful neighborhoods.
I didn’t hear from you. You have no idea if I’m safe or happy.
I saw you for the last time that night at Harry’s. It hurt. I was so hurt.
I still am.
It’s taking everything I have to not call you. Tell you all about my adventure. But you don’t care, so I won’t. Maybe I should’ve said hi and hugged you.
It was the last moment we would see one another.
I’ll think about that for a long time.