I don't like this idea It is too much focus on something I am trying to forget I am afraid that this attention to detail will only fuel my anxiety
I cry and wonder how I'm going to fall asleep because sleeping means waking and going through all this again
I visit him a few times downtown while he paints. We talk about how he's going to Spain for the fall semester and he shows me a painting he did and points to this one part, a bridge, and tells me he thought of me when he painted it. It is so sad how ...
Even the pigeons are dancing, kissing, going in circles, mounting each other. Paris is the city of love, even for the birds.
I'm trying to decide what's worse. Someone being gone, but still out there, or someone being gone forever, dead. I think someone being gone, but still out there, might be worse. Then there’s always the chance, the hoping, the wondering if things mi...
