I feel like this is the first time I've relaxed in eight years.
Has it truly been this long?
I forgot what it felt like.
Not to hurt. Not to be dead on your feet. Not to live in constant fear. Not to have your heart break just by existing.
Now I'm afraid it will end.
Like if I look away from this beautiful bay, the entire world will crumble around me, and I'll be back in Mass, sitting at a desk, staring at a half-finished paper with a midnight deadline, exhausted as death, heart-aching, and in more pain than I can bear.
It always hurts more when you know there's something else out there. Something better.
Oh please don't wake me up, oh please don't wake me up....