Katja Millay, The Sea of Tranquility
Peter Shaffer, Equus
Isabel asked me if I was missing Tedd yet, and the question immediately brought those tears to my eyes and that lump to my throat. Those tears I felt brimming when my mom called to ask me if I was okay, the lump I felt when Ali asked if I was feeling okay after everyone left.
Of course I miss him already. I missed him when he got out of my car each morning over these past two years, to walk in to his work. I missed him those times I went home for the weekend, only to find myself rushing back a day early. I missed him when he went to Brazil for two weeks and I found myself alone on New Years Eve. I always miss him. But this is different. Its the internal tearing of heart strings, the first time I’ve ever felt a part of me leave my life. A part of my heart that packed itself up and moved away from my body. I feel helpless, hopeless, and alone. And it’s a kind of hurt I’ve never felt before.