Lonely Coffee

This morning I am lucky enough to sit at a table outside the coffee shop drinking Guatemalan coffee and a peach muffin.

I heard a motorbike in the distance and my heart quickened as I thought for a moment that R might be meeting me for coffee.  But it was not her and in all likelihood she would not meet me for coffee for a very long time, if ever.  She ships out to boot camp on Tuesday and I am left with an emptiness in my heart that could quickly consume me if I do not take immediate steps to refocus my mind.  There is no question that I will be sad; it is more a question about the severity of the depression that is sure to envelope my world.  Like a recovering crack addict, I need to learn how to live without something that gave me so much happiness.