Today I went to the Patriots Super Bowl parade. To sum up the whole experience it was unbelievable. Even though it was freezing with a mix of rain and snow, thousands of Patriots fans flooded the streets of Boston.
To see Tom Brady in person was something that I will remember for the rest of my life, it might sound kind of corny since he’s just an athlete to some people but that’s not the case around here in New England. He’s a hero, he’s a role model, he is the greatest quarterback of all time.
Like I said, the parade was incredible, something I will remember forever but something just didn’t sit right with me. I saw all these couples enjoying the experience and it only reminded me of her. I pretend to not let it bother me but once I find myself alone here at home, she’s all I think about. It’s only been a few days since we last spoke but it feels like an eternity.
I guess these will be the hardest days to get through. They are long, cold, and draining. I’ve been having trouble sleeping, waking up in the middle of night sweating profusely.
I guess what this whole post is about is the fact that even though I had an amazing experience today, it would’ve been better if I had been able to tell her about it. Since she’s halfway around the world it would’ve been impossible for her to be here, but I know she would’ve loved it.
Part of me wants to reach out because we left off on such a bad note but I just can’t. For now, I need to take this experience from the parade and think about it when I find myself feeling down in the dumps.