The Day After
I have an address and phone number for where she is staying, I tried the number but the phone must be switched off. I looked up where she is saying on Google Maps. Looks like a nice place, I am sure she will be happy with it. I feel selfish being sorry for myself, because I only feel bad that I don't have her with me anymore.
I set up a house for Louise not long after I met her as the home-stay arrangement she had with a family friend ended. Being unable to find suitable and affordable rooms we decided to rent a house together, so I moved out of my parents place. I was already in debt and have been struggling ever since, but I have to say it was worth it. We had many problems, especially in the beginning, but we got used to each other and were fairly happy with things.
Everything in this house reminds me of her, either stuff we discussed buying together or that I bought for her, anything I showed her how to use etc.
The memories are kinda of haunting, and even though most of the time she hung around in her room I still miss having her here for a random hug or chat or argument about whatever. It's so quiet without her talking loudly on Skype or singing or playing instruments. I miss her hanging off my arm everywhere we went. I even miss the wind chimes and chirpy little budgie she had.
I loved having someone to look after, someone to care about and someone I could talk to about anything. I loved being needed by someone, it gave my life so much purpose.
I set up a house for Louise not long after I met her as the home-stay arrangement she had with a family friend ended. Being unable to find suitable and affordable rooms we decided to rent a house together, so I moved out of my parents place. I was already in debt and have been struggling ever since, but I have to say it was worth it. We had many problems, especially in the beginning, but we got used to each other and were fairly happy with things.
Everything in this house reminds me of her, either stuff we discussed buying together or that I bought for her, anything I showed her how to use etc.
The memories are kinda of haunting, and even though most of the time she hung around in her room I still miss having her here for a random hug or chat or argument about whatever. It's so quiet without her talking loudly on Skype or singing or playing instruments. I miss her hanging off my arm everywhere we went. I even miss the wind chimes and chirpy little budgie she had.
I loved having someone to look after, someone to care about and someone I could talk to about anything. I loved being needed by someone, it gave my life so much purpose.