The last time I was at this airport was December 28, 2013.
I know because it was my husband’s birthday and we were heading home from a wonderful vacation.
Today, I stopped at the same Starbucks in the same terminal and walked by the cafe were I picked up a smoothie for him. One of his favorite things.
Little did I know, almost a year ago now, that during the entire vacation and even at the airport that day he was talking to her.
Yet for some fucking reason, today I missed him. I miss my travel buddy, the one who would hold my hand on the plane when the ride got bumpy, the one who would carry the heavy bags and always needed a snack before we boarded.
I saw a quote that’s pretty fitting in this situation.
“Just so we’re all clear, it’s okay to miss people you no longer want in your life.”
At times I miss him terribly. And at times I’d like nothing more than to see him in pain.
This airport is now my home airport. Not Denver. Not him.
I have a new life now.
I’m going to NYC to see my best friend. My family is flying in so I get to see them, too.
I can carry my own heavy bags.
My snack is an apple and green tea from Starbucks instead of the junk food he insisted on eating.
I’m going to have an amazing weekend.