August 21, 2008

10:18AM at my friend’s flat
Somewhere in Stallion Square
London

Mmm. Bliss. Lying in the most comfortable bed in the world, feeling all dreamy and smiley and happy, letting the morning sunlight play on my closed eyelids. Stretching my arms above my head, then collapsing contentedly onto an enormous mound of pillows. Oh, I feel good. I feel… sated. Last night was absolutely…

Well, let’s just say it was.

Oh, come on. You don’t need to know that. Anyway, can’t you use your imagination? Of course you can.

I do feel this is a pretty significant day in my life. God, he really knows how to make things come around. After the pain in my previous relationship, it is time to close that chapter. It took me until last night, while walking along Central Park to make the pain go away. I was hurting the whole time. And now, finally, no more thoughts of him, of us, of the whys and the what ifs. When I look back at the frivolous way I used to think – well, it makes me want to laugh, really. It’s as though the tinted glass have fallen off – and suddenly I can see what’s really important in the world and what’s not.


The nerve, Xander, I hope you read this. You make me sick. Go away.