02.05.27

10:37 p.m.

she sent me an email.

this morning it was waiting in my inbox, with about two sentences and no punctuation. from paris with love, saying "hi!" also, "i miss you."

for the last couple of days i've been keeping myself busy. around the place, doing things. cleaning, rearranging. keeping myself busy.

and yes, it's safe to say that i miss her. god, do i. for sure.

yesterday, keeping busy, washing dishes. washing the silverware that she gave me. smiling, remembering her. remembering how she just showed up with them one day last week. them in a bag from target, them bought because she knew that i needed them. them bought because she knew that i had none.

and a couple of days after she did, i told her that i couldn't believe that i didn't write about it. i couldn't believe that i didn't tell you, the readers of this web page, about that because, as i said, "if there is anything that i should be writing about, it's that."

and she said, "hey, don't feel like you have to write about things. you know what i mean? don't feel, you know, obligated."

but, that's not what i meant. i don't know, maybe you understand.

but now. now, i will make hot chocolate and eat cookies.

yes.