I'd be lying if I said I think about him every day because it's more
like every other day. And thank god I miss him more for his muscles
than for his mind but maybe I just say things like that so I can fool
myself into thinking that he never mattered. I rearranged my room last
night so that I might forget that he was ever there. I moved the bed
so I'd stop thinking he'd be there when I woke up. I moved the
paintings on the wall because there are feelings trapped in those
brush strokes. I washed the sheets a thousand times so he'd stop
infesting my dreams between the covers. And I think it worked, I slept
much better.
And now I have this date and part of me thinks this would all be much
easier if I stayed in my house and collected a bunch of cats from the
alley and part of me thinks that is a terrible idea. Part of me
thinks I need to move far away from here not because it would fix
anything but because it would provide a distraction.
But mostly I am happy since I don't have the time to deal with being unhappy.
4 comments:
i've enjoyed reading about your dates! i'm fairly new to your blog....found via 25peeps....
LA is full of hot babes who have moved here to escape old memories.
so tonight i drink to old memories.
however, re-washing sheets is bad for our environment. tell us what size bed you have and we will send you some 300 thread count bitches for your ass.
... wait, is 300 good?
Fantastic post. I can relate - I remember feeling incredible sadness when I discovered that the guy I was seeing would no longer keep his valuables in my underwear drawer.
people come and people go.. especially the muscley ones...
don't let it invade every aspect of your life, you're gorgeous.. things will work themselves out.. time is out friend and greatest enemy..
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