Maybe Some Other Time
All week I’ve been fighting back tears — ever since I learnt that a certain person who shall remain unnamed, wouldn’t be meeting me in Paris for the weekend. I had tried really hard not to get excited, but things had been built up so much that it was hard not to be disappointed when I heard about the change of plans. Now I could have still gone ahead and gone to Paris, but it just wouldn’t be the same. At least not now. So I’m trying not to dwell on this setback. The trip wasn’t my idea in the first place. More importantly, his decision not to come wasn’t against me personally and I know he feels bad about it. So here’s hoping that things improve and that the trip gets rescheduled. In the meantime, I’ve got to come up with a better coping strategy.