May 2014
She says writing things down helped her. But I’m not sure I want to feel enough to write.
My feet hurt and I don’t know why I’m here.
My back’s aching a little, too.
And it’s a lovely, still night. Leo and I have determined the temperature is 74 degrees, oh 73 degrees now– the perfect temperature. Not too warm, but no need for a sweater.
There’s some machine in the distance humming–breaking the sense of quiet–but otherwise it’s lovely. Wonder what’s making that sound?
All of this…and Livia graduating and preparing to go away to college, and me wondering what I’ll do after she leaves, and hoping to experience a period of growth. All of this…and trying to heal my arm so I can dance again, and ruminating, as usual, about my romantic situation. And in all of this, through all of this, Vaughn is gone.
Vaughn is gone under everything.
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