Tomorrow is my last day working at Java Joe's.
Had a long conversation with the owner, Dave, this evening. It really wasn't necessary for my co-workers to be playing Dido during our chat, now was it? I never in a million years expected to find myself crying in Dave's arms.
I never expected to find myself once again crying as hard as I did the last time I boarded a Greyhound bus back to Binghamton.
Things never end, but they do change, however. I guess I have to let some stuff change.
Have much more to say about this, but things are sort of wiggly right now; I guess it's the tears that are making everything sort of look like I'm watching "Dancer in the Dark," in sunglasses...
~Helena*
"It's been a long day coming... And long will it last when it's last day leaving... I'm helping it pass by loving you more..." --Dido