So I went to the opening tonight. It hurt like hell & there were only a few awkward moments. The owners remembered me as well as my partner from the other time we were there. The pain was sharp like a corkscrew winding into my chest. The wines we'd tasted together were still delicious, but now hurt. The new wine was amazing. The aforementioned Statler to my Waldorf showed up & we cracked eachother up, even spending a half hour in the car dropping her off laughing. the laughter felt good, but here at home it just reminds me of laughing in bed. I miss making love at all hours of the day & night. I miss someone caring about me. I miss the world I saw in his eyes. I miss trust.
Thank u for accepting that I'm not mad.
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