Two years

Exactly two years ago we went to a Giants game.

We left early. We never did that, it was always down to the last out. Even when it was extra-innings, it didn’t matter. Even if we were down an obscene amount, if it wasn’t the bottom of the 9th we weren’t prepared to leave.

The first omen was that it was the coldest fucking day at the park. When you have traumatizing days, you remember shit vividly. AT&T is always cold, but it was unbearable that day. I have an IG post to prove it. You said you didn’t feel well, so we left in the 6th inning. That was the second omen.

You broke down somewhere as soon as we hit the Sunset, stupid N Judah, it took forever to get home. I kept asking you what was wrong. I already knew what was wrong. I still had to ask.

We fought hard that night. At one point you called Abby to ask her to come up to SF from the South Bay cause you needed her. She got there as fast as she could and you couldn’t recall asking her to drive up, you were in such a daze. I told you it was time for me to move out. There was no other solution or experiment than to take some time away from each other. It turns out we had no solution.

I left in the morning with the heaviest broken heart. I left the city I loved and you.

Exactly two years ago. 

Sometimes you have to look back to see how far you’ve come, and damn… I've come far.