First Day of April

Good afternoon. It is currently 12:06 as I begin writing this. The wind is blowing through the screen of the window in classroom and I can feel the way it rushes through the flyaway hairs at the front of my face. I enjoy quiet moments like this and I try to embrace them, despite my disdain towards myself. I have still been reflecting on the way I treated you-- the way I made you feel uncomfortable. It gives my heart this sinking feeling, as though the shame simmering in the pit of my stomach is traveling towards my throat, leaving me without words to express my embarrassment. I know that everything is fine, but I still feel this slight shame coming over me when I remember how I made you feel. I do miss you, and I hope that I can see you this month. I still want to relax with you, and I think I want a hug now more than ever.

-Em