thirty july
five : thirty-two

so, i made it out there.

and i made it up there. eight miles, three thousand feet of elevation gain..i made it to crystal lake in the scorching heat.

and i found the highest spot i could, and i stood there, and looked at everything, and took it all in.

just like he wanted. just like he asked.

so, i made it back.

back here. back home. back where i don't belong, but where i want to be, because he is here. somewhere.

i have a feeling hes out driving aimlessly. a recent habit, according to the letter he left at my bedroom door. i miss him.