righting
This story made me ache. A messenger bag, full of dreams, and a black duffle bag, full of my life.
It’s heavy. It’s so heavy. It seems to slow my every step. And, I as stand in the doorway, looking at him once more, I’m not sure if the weight of it will spill me forward, or tip me backwards. In the end, I right it, center it, and leave. </i>
I think at times we don't realize how much Justin agonized over leaving Brian in 507. How he yearned for a place with Brian that was not by default but by design.