The Fourth of July
For the first time since I was twenty years old, I won't be spending this, my favorite holiday, with Ell. Even though we were separated last year, she still came to a couple cookouts, and even went to the fireworks with me. But this year, I have no idea where she's at or who she'll be watching fireworks with. All I know for certain, is that it won't be with me.
Please don't read what I'm writing to insinuate that I'm sad. I'm not. In fact, I'm at perfect peace where I'm at in life. This has been a healing few months, and the fact that Ell won't be with me for the first time in sixteen years, doesn't change that. I'm not sad, or mad, or anything negative. I'm right where I want to be in life. That's refreshing.
All that said, it's been an interesting weekend sorting through memories, good and bad, of past Fourths. The fireworks will still be awesome, and my friends will still be amazing friends. There just won't be a hot redhead sitting next to me this year, that's all.