Chapter 53 - Too Good At Goodbyes

I drifted in and out of sleep until I couldn't fool myself anymore that I would get any shut-eye.

The sun hadn't risen as I tip-toed toward his room.

All is quiet, his sheets haven't been disturbed from the last time we slept on it.

Kitchen, living room, gym. Nowhere to be found.

It's the third day that I have repeated this search routine.

Is this how it's going to be from now on?

After one visit to his mother, the boyfriend I fell in love with and just spent a wonderful weekend with, disappeared without a care in the world.

The cabin getaway wasn’t even long ago and I feel like he’s slipping away.

I head straight to his coffee machine. My mood requires two shots of espresso and tons of sugar. I dump the remaining milk from the carton into my swirling concoction.

Is this going to be my fate now? Will I always wait and search for him?

I'm still holding onto hope that this was a doozie. Maybe he was just busy. Sometimes people are just going through shit.