The hardest part of these past two weeks has been not having him to share all the good and bad - the bug that got stuck in my eye on the scooter ride home, the praise from my boss, the dolphins jumping in the gulf, etc.
So this mini-trip is especially hard. I've traveled without him a couple of times. As an example, I took the train to DC last September by myself. But we connected throughout the trip through texts, photos, and sometimes phone calls and then conversations upon returning home. And he closely followed my Instagram stories and posts. I never felt alone in those cases because I felt like he was always right with me in spirit.
This trip has been complete silence. There have been no exchanged texts or photos. He hasn't looked at my Instagram story. There won't be conversation when I return home. And so there was an emptiness as I walked the beach. And there is even more of an emptiness in thinking about going home. So I feel stuck in this hotel room knowing it is time to leave but not finding the willpower to do so.
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