disappearing act.

june twelfth to the twentyseventh have been awful; something is wrong with you and our communication went from sixty to zero within the moment you received that call. in this time i've found it hard to digest all of my food and when running long distances and wanting to quit, i'd remind myself that you probably can't run right now and for that reason alone, i couldn't quit. you love running.

but to my joy, your disappearing act ended today. and i'm quickly reminded that my doer-in-times-of-crisis personality isn't what you need, or even what i need. in fact, i should probably invest in new ways to cope... something about sitting in the pain and feeling what i'm really feeling. or making peace with the unknown. and letting your story be your story, not mine.

ready when you are. no more disappearing, please.