I'm trying my utmost not to think about what was happening 16 months ago to this very moment. I've never really given it thought until now.
Which makes me feel worse.
I suppose it's more prominent for two reasons:
1) The current situation. Is... well, frustrating to be honest. I don't know what's going on. I hope we are just taking it very slow. I just want something to happen, that shows me that progress is being made. I don't want to move back in straight away. That would be awful. I don't think either of us could cope with that.
2) Babysitting kittens. This means that it is the first time in almost a year I am sleeping in the room I went back to 16 months ago after that wonderful evening. I didn't get back till gone 4 in the morning. Birds were singing. I had a lecture the next day and I didn't even care.
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