... I feel bad. I think about him at all times. I can think of things, routine, daily newspaper, which normally do together in this period and we will not do more but I'm sick. I think of daily acts of love. Call me. Speaking. Touching. Everything has denied. I'm hurt. I pretend. I try hard. I try not to give importance to things. But I die inside. Game is an obsession. They say it will pass. But how? My life is shattered. Nothing will ever be. I think his tone icy. At his blank look. In his gentle detachment. And die. Everything went wrong.
no candle to light. Wreaths to hang out the door. Wrap gifts. Biscuits to prepare. 15 Christmases together. And now no more. Perhaps now is talking to her - Hello. How are you?, What have you done today? I'm broken. I'm going to Ravenna. I miss you.
embarrassment and joy in his voice. Have not yet reached the point that I feel is "normal." It's all emotion, a gasp, a test.
I would ask him, ask him questions. But I lock myself in myself and I cry inside.
not think I'm special. There is no reason that should not happen me. But I feel bad. Very bad. And I just want to sleep forever.
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