Neglecting Puddles
Puddles,
I’m sorry I seem to have completely neglected you over the past month or so. I’m terrible at journaling. Absolutely godawful terrible.
So in cryptic codex here’s what’s sort of going on
Restoration complete. Distance still set at 5,342 feet. Times two. I wonder if it will ever be the same? At least I sleep at night.
Embracing independence and aloneness without loneliness.
Meeting you was unexpectedly beautiful. Like a flower hidden in a dark alley.
Hearing that you left him, and that you found HER was…disconcerting. unsettling and while I know that our love was never meant to be, I still remember the softness of your lips. The way you smile and laugh. I’m glad we are friends now, and I prefer it to our illicit romance with its arguments and glares and silences. I like us more now and somehow I’m still…simply unsettled.
I still miss you. I hate you. I hate myself for missing you but I do. I wish I didn’t. I still miss you.
Puddles, it’s beautiful weather in LA. I’m wearing an adorably cute dress. Life is beautiful.
