My boyfriend’s father died today.
I’m halfway across the country and it might as well be a universe.
I was looking up flights out even before I answered the call. But when I asked, he told me no. He said that there were plenty of people there to support him. That the 140 character text messages were all he needed from me.
It’s like I’m floating in space, caught among the stars, but I’m looking down at the world as it implodes and there’s nothing I can do but watch it burn.