Refresher
Every time I consider my journal, I get such a heavy heart. There are a million reasons why I neglect it lately, none more so than my suffocating and abnormal schedule. Coupled with the idea that I want to spend EVERY free moment with the man in my life, things fall by the wayside. Like playing guitar, authoring my thoughts, or even visiting my expensive downtown apartment.
He wonders sometimes why I haven't written about him, and I don't have a legitimate answer. I guess part of me thinks that if I write, just like I have before, I'll see it fall apart. I love that I have such detailed memories of the last decade, but some of it needs to be forgotten.
There isn't one person in my immediate life that was there last May. Everyone is a new character, save for the pings from facebook. It feels like my memories are lingering, checking in on me from time to time with a clever response to a photograph or update. I suppose relationships can still be forged through this kind of correspondence. I just remember that in Seattle, I used to spend face to face time with people OTHER than coworkers.
The ebb of my circle of friends is pointed and small, though for now, extremely fulfilling...
He wonders sometimes why I haven't written about him, and I don't have a legitimate answer. I guess part of me thinks that if I write, just like I have before, I'll see it fall apart. I love that I have such detailed memories of the last decade, but some of it needs to be forgotten.
There isn't one person in my immediate life that was there last May. Everyone is a new character, save for the pings from facebook. It feels like my memories are lingering, checking in on me from time to time with a clever response to a photograph or update. I suppose relationships can still be forged through this kind of correspondence. I just remember that in Seattle, I used to spend face to face time with people OTHER than coworkers.
The ebb of my circle of friends is pointed and small, though for now, extremely fulfilling...