Like a flower, it’s petals stand out alone while surrounded by others. I am going alone without the one I wanted by my side for this adventure. It seems stupid that I should find myself depressed to be going on vacation. Many folks constantly telling me, “Have fun and enjoy yourself!” Yeah sure. Ok. How a broken heart is supposed to do that, I know not. I will be surrounded by my peers and nerds alike, and yet I’ll feel so alone in those moments. I wish to walk the show floor with her hand in hand and yet instead, I’ll just feel bland. Don’t get me wrong though, I’ll still cover as much of the event as I can. Holding on to thoughts of what she would say or do while looking for moments to share. Yes, I’ll still share. Yes I’ll still buy her a multitude of gifts that I know she’ll love and cherish. I’ll do what I can knowing her heart will be there with me on the side wishing to be let in again. I know I can not buy her heart. I just wish for her to know that I’ll do everything possible to be the one she wants. No matter what.

On to adventures I guess. On to parts unknown, alone.