I want to laugh at that sentence; it seems so ridiculous. How can anyone I care about so much be going, on purpose, to Texas?
Girl Scout Camp.
Family.
Home.
She's cried every day this week--stressed about the end of her semester, worried about the homophobia that awaits her from her fellow counselors at camp, frightened about how much she'll miss me.
She apologizes for not being a good girlfriend as she wraps my arm around her neck, our steps falling in time.