Can't Do It
I can't bear to write about my last moments yet. I don't want to fall into a mood. I will say though that last week was very painful and I didn't have much contact with people, and on Thursday night Clockwork and I didn't talk much. I was really sad though and, luckily, I went up to sit with him when he went to bed. He said I could stay, so I slept with him. He has a bad habit of jerking away from people in his sleep, but Tryan's alarms woke us up early, so we spent about two and half hours cuddling. It was really nice. He must just be the perfect size or something because for someone who has virtually no body fat he is a remarkably cuddly boy. But anyway, it made me feel better and I was there when he left so I got a chance to say goodbye. Also a good thing. He's visiting a friend right now and I wrote him a ridiculously long e-mail. It was quite a silly thing to do, but I don't really care. I think he knows me well enough that he won't write me off as a freak. Not that he would be wrong.....