Yo, it's the first day of 2020.
I'm on my way to pick up Lane from the airport after spending New Year's Eve with his mom? You think they kissed? I bet his mom tried to.
Their relationship is uncomfortably creepy.
And I predict by the end of 2020, if things don't change (hard to imagine they will since it's a familial relationship), that my own "romantic" relationship will have ceased.
I love him, which is why I'm still here. It's why I struggle. I go back forth with my feelings. I still want to try with him, but I won't keep doing things this way forever. He's the only person who I have ever met with this issue. It's something different with every new person, isn't it?
I feel like our future right now is a black hole. I can't see it one way or the other. I also feel like the clock has already begun counting down to the deadline.
