To Hell With Your New Shit

I never meant to hurt him. I suppose I thought that, in a way, I was protecting both of us from the pain of the big, bad world, and what would happen once it separated us. Turns out, I was a lot bigger and a lot more bad than I ever imagined the world could be.

I didn't want to go back to Arizona, and I wasn't sure why I ever stepped foot on a plane heading to Phoenix. And I'll never know what drew me into the car that drove me to Tempe. My parents were just as shocked with my decision as I was, for after countless attempts to bring me home for the holidays, and a slew of visits to my apartment in New York, they seemed to have given up. In my mind, I didn't care to find the answers to all of the questions that had formed before I left. I thought I was better off forgetting those problems and starting a new life in the East.

I should have known that I was being stupid. I should have known I could never leave without looking back. I should have known that I could never truly leave him, no matter how hard I tried.

And now, I blindly stepped back into a situation that could be impossible to fix.

John O'Callaghan
Lindsay Thompson