I thought maybe someday I'd have to commit suicide, but I never thought I'd have to grow up, or get rid of this stuff.
I am finally seeing Guy again, after ten years. I was late because I turned around twice before I had the courage to drive down his road. I must have sat in the car for hours. He doesn’t look any different. Except that he’s acting a little strange. We had sex, which was completely unexpected. That’s the first time for me since I’ve been married. I thought I would feel a lot different but I don’t. Maybe because it’s Guy. If it was someone else… But now what do I do? I want to run, but I can’t go back to Gary. Not yet anyway. There’s no way I could face it. But what am I doing with Guy? Why Guy? After all this time? I don’t know if I’m going to stay around long enough to find out. But where else can I go?