That’s how long she’ll be in England for her internship. Just why. Every freaking time we went jogging it was more fun; and today was so great too, we ran together the whole time and laughed and had fun. And afterwards when I said goodbye and wished her luck for her trip I asked whether she was going to go jogging with us again when she’s back from England. She said “yes, probably” and that it’s 12 weeks until she’ll be back, as if she was expecting me to ask for her number or email or anything so we could talk or chat when she’s away. But I just didn’t. Whenever I imagined that moment in my head I knew exactly what to say, and it even sounded decent to me. But when I actually had to say the words, my brain kind of erased everything associated to numbers, emails, skype or whatever else I should have said in that moment. So I just smiled, looked at her, said goodbye and went away.
You know, sometimes I wonder whether God is playing jokes with me or whether it is just me who can’t open his mouth and speak out simple words.