Today I did washing. Today I reread books I've read 7-something times before. Today I listened to the same CD about twenty times. Today I sat and wished it was tomorrow.
Because, let's face it, tomorrow's when Tom's coming back (probably) and I really miss him. I shouldn't - we probably won't even stay in touch for that long - but for now I would like to enjoy the reality of talking to a guy who kissed me three days ago. Yes, only on the neck, but, as Alex said, I shouldn't be complaining.
I wish I could talk about Ben. It's like I have a geas on me preventing me from talking about him. It hurts so much.
Rargh, as Dominic, the only other person ever to hurt nearly as much, used to say.
I don't know what to say. There's a lot of things I could say, but for some reason I don't want to.