Sunday, January 2, 2005

It is just as hard to leave your place and come back to mine as it always was.
I thought that having her gone, and the place cleaner would help, but no. Everytime I leave your house after a day together, it feels like I'm being punished, or banished, or something bad.
Then I spend all of Sunday sad and lethargic.
I know this is where I live and that is where you live and I must be patient and wait, and things will be better if I do.
But I just want to fall asleep in our bed, in our place.
I even miss the dog.

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