What it meant

“—wait for you!” is what I heard in the distance as I walked out the door. It’s been four months now, a long summer, and I’m still contemplating what drowned out words came before. We never made any promises, but before I embarked on my trip to “find myself” in Southeast Asia, we were quite happy. So it would’ve make sense that the prefacing words were “I will.” But we were also getting to be in our early thirties, and I could very clearly see (or rather hear) her saying “I won’t.” Any which way, I suppose I’ll be happy.