I spent all last night, after I got back from mom's, going through my boxes and boxes of Joe's things. I relived some great times and some not-so-great times. I packed everything but the ring--even the letters I never sent and the small gifts that never quite made it to a package.
Brody is going with me to put the boxes into storage today--or maybe the trash; it is necessary. I cannot bring him with me to France--and I don't think I want to. I have to start anew. It's almost like breaking your heart all over again. That is what it feels like. But Brody is here, so I am not alone.
I put the ring with Colm's watch. I--just can't. I need more time with that one thing.
I guess that's the end of that.
Rhapsody won't let me download this song, but I wanted to share. Shitty WB TV shows aside:
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That is only slightly less gay than the one you sent, Nic.