Rendezvous
28 January 06 : 12.56 PM
The last night we spent together, we kissed to the soundtrack of Elliott Smith, Howie Day, Damien Rice. From where my bed is positioned, I see into the sky, and only sometimes when I look hard enough, I can see stars beyond my window. But it was okay that night; I had him close.
I didn't want the night to end. But there were no stars that night and he fell asleep hours before I did. We parted that morning, but I'm sure we parted a long time before that.
I came home early from school on Tuesday because of an excruciating pain in my stomach. On Wednesday, it persisted and it stopped me from meeting Sean and Lawrence that night. I felt terribly alone, so I called Sean, just to hear his voice that night. He has that comforting effect on me.
It stayed till Thursday and I couldn't enjoy the live band at Indochine that night. But I did meet a cute salesperson, who fitted the heels onto my feet like they were made of glass. Danny wonders about my taste out loud when I acted like I was totally besotted. And my buying pretty heels alleviated the pain for a while.
Friday was great. I returned to my alma mater and got so many hugs and love from the teachers I truly admire. That place is home. I started talking to that salesperon, who is, by the way, only the most important person in the life of a girl who likes to shop in that boutique. Did a little shopping with Sam and Marilyn in the afternoon, accompanied my mom to do grocery shopping, and after having dinner at home, met up with Jarrett for coffee at HollandV.
That last night together, I thought, I didn't think I could ever live without him. But I'm doing fine now, and nothing spells pathetic more than brooding over a past that could never hope for a resurrection.
So here's to me, breathing again.