During the school year I learned to avoid doing errands on weekends when teenaged boys were out and about. I only ventured out on weekdays when I knew they were all tucked away within school walls. But now it's summer and they're everywhere, and I forget and find myself trying to control my breathing so I don't break down in public. I'm only safe early in the morning when their teenaged selves are still asleep. I'm looking forward to school starting again.
I miss my boy. I miss him, miss him, miss him. And no amount of missing will bring him back.