She had the idea that maybe she would leave. If not today then Thursday. She would drive to Boston, walk around town, and take pictures. She would climb the tower again and look around a city going about their business. She thought about the city that had people with purpose.
The more she thought about it the more she knew she wanted to visit a city she hadn’t see. Not Boston, Atlantic City, or Washington DC. She knew she shouldn’t keep thinking of running away to get away from her problems. She knew they would just follow her. She was forever trapped to be unhappy. She thought, I guess it is better to be loved even if you didn’t really love back.