January 2010
6 posts
Today, I woke up from an afternoon nap screaming his name before erupting into tears. Life cannot carry on like that. Now that Claire is gone, I don’t seem to be able to hold my life together anymore.
His name is Juls and he stole my heart. That is the story and the rest is details.
I wake up to another morning trying to suppress my sadness, staying in bed for a prolonged period of time, hiding under the covers, sobbing my heart out. I wonder when the ache will stop.
love, i'm so lost.
Juls, why does this feel like death? the tears won’t stop and there is a non-stop wrenching in my heart whenever i’m awake.
I lost myself in you and now I have to unlove all we’ve had. How am I suppose to that?
“I am always amazed how someone as small as you can use up the entire doona.”
– Juls
after retuning from breakfast on new year’s day and finding his 5 feet girlfriend still in bed, all wrapped up and hogging the doona of a queen size bed.
home
“I don’t understand how people can not like being married.”
He remarked in reference to us lying on ruffled sheets in a hotel that overlooks the city in the afternoon of new year’s eve.
There is really nothing better than knowingly and joyfully squandering time with the boy as the afternoon stretches on forever. Chin placed on his clavicle, eyes shut, enjoying the fully...